Museum Of Neurotic Origins Pathfinder
you don´t want to talk when the sun wont shine
you don´t wanna talk without butterflies
you just wanna plant hearts
those who grows in trees
deep down
but if you go out in the midnight
just to find out where they life
in the shadows behind big walls
one hand reaching
one hand dead
this is how the lost hearts beat at midnight
this is how they sound without a feeling
cut asleep
this is how the silence bleed at midnight
this is how a scream flee in the dark
all the halfs and all the pieces
runnin´fast to a drowned arc
dinosaurs are back in the cities
´n they deny and they deny
you can count january to december
you can count all the leaves that drop
antarctica will swallow the sunlight
so free the trees out of your hands
this is how the lost hearts beat at midnight
this is how they sound without a feeling
cut asleep
this is how the silence bleed at midnight
this is how a scream flee in the dark
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