There's not much left on my bones, and the tremors continue.
Can I really hope for a better idea of the end than pain (it's engulfing me)?
I feel like I'm everywhere in some kind of bubble of acidic liquid, almost naked.
Before you (you, yeah, you!), and I'm afraid of this fear that makes me sweat.
Stream Island, I must remember a refuge
To get me out of this night without my sled (my rose).
The world is so cold, winter in their eyes.
Tell me it's war for the ice floe, **** it.
The feeding frenzy, the purge, I'm going to make all these feelings disappear.
Pennies and blows of **** all that it brings (nothing, baby).
I no longer have any notion of love, lost and broken, we are now.
The risks it entails, death and suspicion at every door.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 9:11 AM UTC
There's not much left on my bones, and the tremors continue.
Can I really hope for a better idea of the end than pain (it's engulfing me)?
I feel like I'm everywhere in some kind of bubble of acidic liquid, almost naked.
Before you (you, yeah, you!), and I'm afraid of this fear that makes me sweat.
Stream Island, I must remember a refuge
To get me out of this night without my sled (my rose).
The world is so cold, winter in their eyes.
Tell me it's war for the ice floe, **** it.
The feeding frenzy, the purge, I'm going to make all these feelings disappear.
Pennies and blows of **** all that it brings (nothing, baby).
I no longer have any notion of love, lost and broken, we are now.
The risks it entails, death and suspicion at every door.
