I walk from room to room, with no aim at allMy balance fades away, with every passing hourMine is the air to breathe alone
AloneAs the sun retreats
AloneAs the air depletesAnd I pause
The clock stares back, as its counting downI'm climbing up the walls, with so much left undoneA population undergroundThe hands are turning, lines are burningAs I rot here alone
AloneAs the sun retreats
AloneAs the air depletesOut of control
I lust to live
I lust to live
How much longerLonger, longer, longer
AloneAs the sun retreatsThe last song we hearAloneAs the air depletesOut of controlOut of controlOut of controlWe're sewnOut of controlTo the stormWe are
۲۷ مهر ۱۴۰۲
