The thing that I felt before, This paradise has disappeared, Now it's crystal clear.
"And I know that the phantoms on the edge of my dreams
Are shapes I created but they still just disrupt my sleep
An idea growing quietly from something within
Spreads quicker than the cancer that destroyed your mother’s skin
And it feels like a shadow at about 5am
When the streets are so empty and the fragile can’t pretend"
Are shapes I created but they still just disrupt my sleep
An idea growing quietly from something within
Spreads quicker than the cancer that destroyed your mother’s skin
And it feels like a shadow at about 5am
When the streets are so empty and the fragile can’t pretend"
