Lost, in the midst of the darkness
Cold hands, faded perception in the tv-sky
Black fires running through your veins
Narcotic static that makes you cry
Cold leather in your skin
You see faces, fragments in the neon light
It seems like graphic descriptions
Mathematic terms, the schizomatrix makes you feel blind
Chorus:
This silence will embrace you
Black fires in your veins
This silence will destroy you
Digital noises like mirror shades
|
