Little Spain

Underestimated this and all, now, featureless everything The same breath keeps shouting out numbers and names It still scars them like hell Cooling off soon No time to break down The matter of all those sour filaments My fine miracle Each hour is set to your bright world And I know if it's not golden, it won't stay too long Settle my mind with valuable times Filling the air, they ring so inaudible Stay there, keep humming to Lucifer Come back, evolved and theatrical Such furious eyes, sticky with death Made to terrify, no matter the rest Not my miracle Each hour it feels like we are much closer with darkness I know it's not gold and it won't stay too long Come back to me, my fine miracle Each hour is set to your bright world And I know that it's gold And that it won't stay for too long