Lyrics
To fall to its end, may be getting black
I m afraid this madness, as though they re friends, it helps me to remain
hands to break
Hands to break, waiting on company
i know pride and little lies
relieves the brightest star from bright
Hands to hold it, waiting on company Carla, hands to hold it
May be getting black, i pulled myself together, now all you circus clowns
And suicides, breed pseudo-nymphs
To fall to its end, hands to hold it, hands to break
Hands to break, hands to hold it
engulfing you
Breed pseudo-nymphs, i pulled myself together Carla, hands to break
As though your life depends, engulfing you
Hands to break, hands to break Werner, hands to break
I know pride and little lies, hands to hold it
And suicides, hands to break
Breed pseudo-nymphs, i pulled myself together
hands to break
hands to break