This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try
Makes the bitterness come so much more alive
OneThe insect crawled out and died in the light of a sun too bright Your worn out face Your worn out face
Fading slowly, whispering souls
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls This can't make me better, but at least I'm gonna try
Makes the Orient night come so much more alive Your worn out face Your worn out face
Sing to me your lullaby so sweet
Sing to me corrosive sleep Fading slowly, whispering souls
Wallowing deeper, swallowing souls.
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