there's something out there
in the air that isn't ours
we can drive ourselves mad
reason about it for hours
*you cannot see the evil
more transparent than glass
and you wonder about questions
questions that were never asked*
but it wasn't meant to be
that's how the story goes
you can dream about it
but nobody really knows
*dust will consume the fire
water will cut the stone
dark shall swallow the light
and rust will eat the bones*
it's just something in the air
withering everything in its path
you can see it everywhere
no-one is ever meant to last
*a skeleton shall dance naked
wearing his skin bare
rejoicing a mother's burial
with children those don't care*
all there is and will be
shall be left behind in a while
there is something in the air
that is rotten and vile
*there's something in the air
it is out there as I speak
and nothing can save you
if you do not stop to breathe*
stop breathing
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
there's something out there
in the air that isn't ours
we can drive ourselves mad
reason about it for hours
*you cannot see the evil
more transparent than glass
and you wonder about questions
questions that were never asked*
but it wasn't meant to be
that's how the story goes
you can dream about it
but nobody really knows
*dust will consume the fire
water will cut the stone
dark shall swallow the light
and rust will eat the bones*
it's just something in the air
withering everything in its path
you can see it everywhere
no-one is ever meant to last
*a skeleton shall dance naked
wearing his skin bare
rejoicing a mother's burial
with children those don't care*
all there is and will be
shall be left behind in a while
there is something in the air
that is rotten and vile
*there's something in the air
it is out there as I speak
and nothing can save you
if you do not stop to breathe*
stop breathing
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