Debris Paroles

You're losing grip
Take a trip, you,
You're going down
Going down
You're going down
Like fallen angels
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Framed in your game
Slowly fading
No one knowing
We are through
Count your blessings
Count to eighteen
Souls to perish
For a few stolen dreams only
As we've walked down the alley
On the misty afternoon
No one looked back nor forward
The city walls felt distant With me
You're going down with me
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Like fallen angels