Bruijta

Don't slip away and walk towards the grave Leaving the cycle, Alive and Breathing The Machines, growing discreetly In between our focus defiles us The Machines growing discreetly In between our focus defiles us We can feel we are not numb We can taste the venom that is not on our tongue We can feel we are not numb We can taste the venom that is not on our tongue Doesn't need to be explained No AHHH She spoke of these tales of this growing constriction Looks in her eyes show the truth of her visions Beware of those who sleep in the convictions Looks in her eyes show the truth of her visions