hypnagogia Songtext
von warmachine

I′m sick of all the mottled corpses
On the shore
You are the sand I choke on and more
You are the air I refuse to breathe
You are the radio, radioactivity


You don't feel anything
Wreck, fine, feel anything

While you sleep in bed, the night away
I awake pondering night and day
And my favorites songs are the ones with truth
Like hearing all the things that I must do