Lyrics
They gained a glimpse of the hell burned in my eyes
Thereʼs blood in oceans, death in tides
Will I emerge from the place I dear despise
Itʼs all illusion, mind of lies
Falling in lapsed cyprical time, crimson screens
Swallowing glass, they will blind
Fingers will land on key in time
What doesn't kill me makes you mine
Descending depths, unknown of kinds
The stranger, the fear, the fault lines
Will I emerge from the place I dear despise
Itʼs all illusion, mind of lies
Falling in lapsed cyprical time, crimson screens
Swallowing glass, they will blind
Fingers will land on key in time
What doesn't kill me makes you mine
If pain were fever, I would die
What doesn't kill me makes you mine
Adam C McGrath, Adam McGrath, Caleb Mark Scofield, Caleb Scofield, John Conners, John Robert Conners, Stephen Brodsky, Stephen Micheal Brodsky
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