Paroles: Oceana. The Constrictor.

Divided,
I'm carelessly counting the sins,
The sight of
growing too old to begin.

Sentenced to find the one that is gold,
In a pile of nothing.
To our hearts we wreck, we're reborn.

I grow inside you, I feel nothing,
And when I'm born, I'll be ready.

There's not enough of a reason to be ugly.

I'll crucify you and burn until you're nothing.
And if my body is bruised, would you believe me that I'm more than you,
And what you're reading.
(x2)

Medic! I feel headless.
Leave me.
(x4)

Divided,
I'm carelessly counting the sins,
The sight of
growing too old to begin.
(x2)

And if the world never died,
I'd live long enough to forget what it's shape is.
I lost each one of my eyes
in a world's mind versus the question.
(x3)


(Thanks to Tanis for these lyrics and to Brittythepirate for these corrections)