Cinders Songtext
von Cocosuma

His mass is so great
Like a big lump of clay
Squashes me in my space
I imprint on his face
And he′s stealing my breath
And I think I might faint
And fall down to the floor
Like a dried flowered brain, oh

Send his figure up to me
For laying in my hibernation
Send his figure up to me
For laying in my hibernation


He creeps up on me
With a skipping mockery
His cold breeze is free
And it makes my eyes stream
Tears roll like the tide
And flow from inside
And all of my sights
Become so magnified, oh

Send his figure up to me
For laying in my hibernation
Send his figure up to me
For laying in my hibernation
Send his figure up to me
For laying in my hibernation
Send his figure up to me
For laying in my hibernation