Album: The Lines of Unreason

I have nowhere to run
The lines of unreason have been drawn
I'm fast to recoil from your tongue

When silence is broken
It will be around whatever
Touché, we're tired and weathered
It will be around whatever
The notion of sadness becomes none
When sirens are singing
It will be around whatever
Touché, we're tired and weathered
It will be around whatever
So save your prayers for never
It will be around whatever
Touché, we're tired and weathered
It will be around whatever
So save your prayers for never

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