Anni Rossi Crushing Limbs
Running on the rocky cliffs
Waiting for them to pull me down
I hear their footsteps loud and clearly
Coming to draw me in as their own
Coming to draw me in as their own
Fighters, fingers, squished my ribs
Squeezed the guts out and let it rip
My barrel's emptiness is from their crushing limbs
I've barely come to know my own chores
It's them that holds the strongest maps
With secrets far and wide they will not tell us
But they're coming to draw us in as their own
Coming to draw us in as their own
Fighters, fingers, squished my ribs
Squeezed the guts out and let it rip
My barrel's emptiness is from their crushing limbs
My barrel's emptiness is from their crushing limbs
Hanging on the rocky cliffs
Waiting for them to pull me down
I hear their footsteps loud and clearly
Coming to draw me in as their own
Coming to draw me in as their own
