Ethan Durelle 00 35 26 32
Images are painted in my head while nightmares disguise themselves as daydreams
They're coming to get you
They're coming to get you too
This message will self destruct; intensify the situation simply by smiling back at the still lifes
Still I wonder if they're stealing my breath
Shadows dance in the corners of my mind
The sound echoes through the halls of compromise
We feed these parasites when we seek to gratify the moment
Healer, heal us
For we've turned our backs
