Текст: i create. Otras Canciones. Your Sun is a Destroyer.

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Now we're counting seconds.
We've lost our only guide.
Left to watch our waking life fall to earth and collide.
Here memory serves no purpose.
Here hope is as vile a thing as the setting sun,
but all we ever wanted was to find out way back home.
To crawl back inside of you and forget we were ever born.