곡 정보

pinned to his skin
her veil worn thin
full circle again

the sweet apocalypse that sweeps me from my dying dreams
and folds
over and over again

to kill on command
i swallowed the sand
and spit out the plans

the soot of afterlife collects in pools of afterthought
to lift me from my body
and drop me again

i'm not running late
and i won't have to wait