Mourning over crippled tongues
Mourning over our songs
Right on my fingers
Blood on my
Shot all my schemers
Light on my
Washed up or tiding in
Seeing more
In a time-lapse
You keep smothering
Cry, feel the breath of compromise
Voices faded inside and I linger all the time
All that's faded away
Insurgence
Is that the sigh of the retreated?
(Where is an end?)
Is that you?
(The whole world,)
A step back
(Inside a mirror)
Washed up and silent stares
(You can't leave me)
Their faces keep drowning me
You can't leave me at the bottom.
Emerging black snakes,
Where is an end?
Cry, feel the breath of compromise
Voices faded inside and I linger all the time
All that's faded away
(I stand up)
Insurgence
