Paroles de See Me Through
with every breathing secondthere's a passion for conspiracy
in a hope there's a dry well
with a rope tied around my neck
behind solid walls of bitter tears
bright fiction can't swallow
losfer words carved in paintings
while colors of the bloodred sun
mirrored a faceless surface
again and again and again
while colors of the bloodred sun
mirrored a faceless surface
again and again and again
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