For This World Is Hollow And These Hands Have Touched The Sky все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

(Truth) I could douse you with it but you still couldn't see. Run to freedom or rather endlessly run from the problem. We can only be left behind for so long - we're tireless but its nearly over, barely footsteps - one last time we commit to the tenure. Burning down the house, the abrasion is cathartic, the wound is to engrave - no trace is left - even the ashes too "because you asked me too" - isn't it time you let go?