I still don't know the purpose.
I medicate the need of an heirloom craving.
The tentacle claims me.
It says, get free,
find a way to me.
And I'm afraid to sleep by a mist glass jaw of the beast.
And this throne is freezing.
So let's exhume the wane.
Tactile gaze and dark clues and graze.
My fear is a path escape.
Attached and revealing.
The dark is concealing a light underwater,
a trembling beam.
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Well, give me one more day to figure out.
Give me one more prayer to say aloud.
Give me one more door potion.
Give me one.
Give me one more.
Give me one more.
This could truly break me open
like a lost badge of honor.
One in the temple and one in the eye.
One on my tongue now I'm ready to dive.
I've got the scar to prove it.
I've got this far to lose it.
Coffins closing on my twisted sleeve with no room to breathe.
The man evaporated my suicide days.
And this throne is freezing.
So let's exhume the wane.
Tactile gaze and dark clues and graze.
My fear is a path escape.
Attached and revealing.
The dark is concealing a light underwater,
a trembling beam.
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Well, give me one more day to figure out.
Give me one more prayer to say aloud.
Give me one more door potion.
Give me one.
Give me one more.
Give me one more.
Give me one more day to figure out.
Give me one more prayer to say aloud.
Give me one more door potion.
Give me one.
Give me one more.
Give me one more.