
Journal Journal: Soon I'll Fade Away...
That's our blood down there
it seems poured from the hands of angels
then trickles into the ground
leave this warehouse so bare and empty
then my heart's numbered beat
still echoes in this empty room
and the fear wells in me
'til nothing seems big enough to defend...
it seems poured from the hands of angels
then trickles into the ground
leave this warehouse so bare and empty
then my heart's numbered beat
still echoes in this empty room
and the fear wells in me
'til nothing seems big enough to defend...