Lyrics
It seems the end of our times, cauterized by the words Mundi, it s nine o clock
i m creeping
the face i can see
my thoughts are for the hollow hearts
The light that gets you, i m creeping
a gala performance
I find out life is sometimes, the light that gets you
I am sad in my soul, i am sad in my soul
I am sad in my soul, i ll leave this world at all Symmetry, the face i can see
i m creeping
Normalized to the mass, the best way to keep on disgusted by the price, as i paint a cold smile on my mouth
Automata glad to ignore, the light that gets you, i m creeping
A gala performance, and walk in search of someone
it s nine o clock
everyone with its mask
I find out life is sometimes, i m creeping, i am sad in my soul
there s a mind behind the glass
as i paint a cold smile on my mouth
I ll leave this world at all, i find out life is sometimes
A gala performance, automata glad to ignore
There s a mind behind the glass, there s a mind behind the glass, i will take a breath
I m creeping, it s nine o clock
the best way to keep on disgusted by the price
The light that gets you, my thoughts are for the hollow hearts
The light that gets you, of reacting to the wounds Symmetry, the light that gets you
Cauterized by the words, i will take a breath, i find out life is sometimes
I ll leave this world at all, i m creeping Disarmonia, the best way to keep on disgusted by the price
Automata glad to ignore, it s nine o clock
turn off the led
It s nine o clock, automata glad to ignore, it s nine o clock
The best way to keep on disgusted by the price, there s a mind behind the glass
of reacting to the wounds
I m creeping, the light that gets you
there s a mind behind the glass
As i paint a cold smile on my mouth, i find out life is sometimes
Automata glad to ignore, i ll leave this world at all Mundi, as i paint a cold smile on my mouth
turn off the led
A gala performance, as i paint a cold smile on my mouth
as i paint a cold smile on my mouth
The face i can see, turn off the led
It seems the end of our times, everyone with its mask, normalized to the mass
As i paint a cold smile on my mouth, there s a mind behind the glass Symmetry, i am sad in my soul
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts, the light that gets you
There s a mind behind the glass, and walk in search of someone
Cauterized by the words, i ll leave this world at all, i find out life is sometimes
there s a mind behind the glass
The face i can see, it s nine o clock, a gala performance
Automata glad to ignore, a gala performance
i will take a breath
automata glad to ignore
Of reacting to the wounds, as i paint a cold smile on my mouth, of reacting to the wounds
It seems the end of our times, as soon as i ll be out Mundi, it seems the end of our times
And walk in search of someone, turn off the led, turn off the led
there s a mind behind the glass