Текст песни
There is my blood on your hands it was true
Speaking in tongs couldn’t save us from echoes that cut through
Lay on my lawn let the summer be our bedroom
Or let me just die on my own
Give my thoughts a new home
Let my ego vanish
Never i known a pleasure so pure
Seeking control should’ve brought us to this point where we’re obscure
Stay in my room keep my sorrow as a statuette
Or burn everything behind you
Make my nightmares come true
Reveal your nature
