Somewhere I was lost. Off but not all gone. Gave me nothing of God. Come here mister, take in no love,
even if it canvases so. When the blind eye never liked what the wide eye never sees. Here I lie the same I fell at first. Give me anything but apathy or love and curse. Waiting for my soul to wake and come a live again.
Can I not torment this with a canon of a**isted duress.
Waiting for my soul to stir and wake, rejoice, and come alive again
even if it canvases so. When the blind eye never liked what the wide eye never sees. Here I lie the same I fell at first. Give me anything but apathy or love and curse. Waiting for my soul to wake and come a live again.
Can I not torment this with a canon of a**isted duress.
Waiting for my soul to stir and wake, rejoice, and come alive again