Текст песни
Feed your soul to the ghost
Of a long-lost chance
And it feels like the one
Who speaks through us scratching
Blind but just
Big webs poisonous
Look at yourself
Oh it must be torture
Look at the city
Oh it needs your hands
Look at yourself
Oh it must be torture
Look at the city
Oh it needs your hands
Sick people still waiting
Ghost people we are deaf
All we do is in the blood
Go skinning yourself
Blind but just
Big webs poisonous
Look at yourself
Oh it must be torture
Look at the city
Oh it needs your hands
Look at yourself
Oh it must be torture
Look at the city
Oh it needs your hands
Look at yourself
Look at yourself
