waters.
All that was swamp.
Waspwire,
I can hear you.
I can here you smile,
waiting war.
smell your skin anymore.
Anymore.
I don't smell your skin anymore.
I don't taste your skin anymore.
I don't see your soul anymore.
It's all over.
It's all over.
I'm small.
With the dark liquid I'm small.
I don't feel your voice.
Anymore.
I don't feel your voice.
Anymore.
Your voice.
In
deep as cold as conviction
Ceaao gheeред
Final state.
Self.
Exile.
Final state.
Final state.
Self.
Exile.
Final state.
Final state.
Final state.
Self.