歌词
The lotus wilts; a surrendered bow to the profane endurance
A labored lungful of acidic heft after another
The pneuma contemplates, a parable glimmers in abscission
And the vestige of harmony dims, centered in a kingdom of cortisol
Synaptic pangs compound
One labored lungful after another
Sylphs become specters at the innermost
As the vestige of harmony dims, centered in a kingdom of cortisol
Written by: David Stepanavicius, Luka Govendnik


