Paroles: Sycamore Dreams. Demo. The Love To Melt.

My ribs feel so good with these bricks layed upon me. Your discretion was surprising.The emptyness inside us, Your nightmares, rip you skin. My nightmares take my hands. The nightmares are calling there's something evil living. Your eyes were bazaar. I feel the evil living I see the creature breathing. I hear the windows crashing. I sleep no more. Eating me away to a grain of flesh. I hope your eyes rot out of your head. Her new name was desire. The new name was forgotten.We shared only red.Your eyes were suprising. Days of grey have fallen have fallen.You left me saddened, left us growing with poles, we die alone