Shedding tears on what I could be
bathed in smoky light that I even don't see
your wooded perfume as memory
it feels so cold under the city
Slaughtering fears that rotten in me
barefoot on the floor, breath is leaving me
one's lips on my neck kills your memory
it feels so cold under the city
Sweet trance on the sly
my head to the sky
silence passed me by
music haunts my mind
being confined as much as I'm free
drowned in faceless crowd I don't want to see
your cheeky gaze as memory
it feels so cold under the city
sweeping up doubts that you sowed in me
unleashed on the floor, soul is leaving me
one's lips on my neck kills your memory
it feels so cold under the city
Sweet trance on the sly
my head to the sky
silence passed me by
music haunts my mind

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