Teksty: Falling Forward. Other. Twenty Nine Sixteen Magazine.

leave me here to drown with him feel I'm forced to fight this wave of surrounding tears it appears a lost soul was washed away by the years trace a couse around surrendered thoughts tie yourself against the sinking form place his eyes against the back locked door lace his arms with the hell of your touch destroy all the night dare to feel the kill of the light stares on your life again and it divorced night damn your silence wake yourself you're drowning down within as a poor boy wrapped around himself he's lied to that he's sinned and he's risen high and he's swallowed all his fears and a poor boy wrapped around himself might never begin to learn his way home you barely through your innocence you slowly learned how to live with the vision of all this hell