It looks like living but it's just existence
When nothing matters, nothing is real
The cold in my feet is getting persistent,
The Sun is cold and the Earth is surreal.
Now it's not my turn deciding if I'm ill and sick,
I can feel the pleasure you earn while judging me
While judging me
And I'll send you a letter of untrue intention
To find my way
into your zone
of comprehension.
They can suck you out dry
No one here will hear your cry,
Your perception is untrue
I'd be scared, if i were you.
A sea of joy can't hide the sadness oceans
And far away the last light is stopping to flame,
As well as my heart
As well as my heart
My heart.
Oh, save your soul
When the time comes and it begins to feel
Just right to be alone and miserable,
The cold in my feet is getting persistent,
The Sun is cold and the Earth is surreal.
They can suck you out dry
No one here will hear your cry,
Your perception is untrue
I'd be scared, if i were you.
