Teksty: Chemical Vocation. Unspection.

She keeps in mind to wash her brain.
I remember when I knew her
She had faith enough to fake
I recall a face passed in vein.

never had a guiding light or a place to call home
Sore dried eyes, It'll keep on welling for nothing
thats's all

You've bled enough

She's running rapid with self-deception
She tried to hide it from herself unjustified.
The dagger failed her, the misconception of a better place
The offer made to wage the answer,
that no-one knew.
The answer, she would never blame you.

never had a guiding light or a place to call home.
sore dried eyes, It'll keep on welling for nothing.
One last game for three, two broken wings stretched to derange the air-raid.
Wash it of this time only, I know it's somewhere.

Say goodbye

take her hand dig her out of the mud
you can't save the world just say goodbye