A sensation far gone
An act already done
All that's left is grief, so i'll make this brief
I'll stain the fading colours with ink
Then set them ablaze with flint
I'll see the memories flash, then look down on the ash
I won't leave any marks
Erasing all these scars
Getting rid of every piece, rewarding me with peace
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
A sensation far gone
An act already done
All that's left is grief, so i'll make this brief
I'll stain the fading colours with ink
Then set them ablaze with flint
I'll see the memories flash, then look down on the ash
I won't leave any marks
Erasing all these scars
Getting rid of every piece, rewarding me with peace