Из альбома: Paper the Walls
last night i had a dream
that i was a stripe
running up your arm
killing you at work
it's the speed of what's to come
it's the speed of what's to come
it's running up your spine and you won't let it go
well i had a thought
that i was a vein
running up your leg
infecting your heart
it's the speed of what's to come
it's the speed of what's to come
well it tears me apart
well it tears me in two
oh to wash my skin
oh to wash my skin
oh to wash my skin
free from my day
falling off my
sink into the ground
sink into the ground
falling off my
sink into the ground
sink into the ground
sink into the ground