Would you turn into blood
To float in my veins and to fill my heart
To cover my lips and to drip into the drain?
Still our confidence remains the same
Oh, we’re sinking like stones
And wait at the bottom line
Oh, we’re falling like leaves
Under a steel sky
Oh, we taste like cold air
There’s something we should share
Tasting milk on my tongue melting slowly
I know that I belong among the unholy
Some pictures to paste
At least there’s no accounting for dreams
Oh, we’re sinking like stones
And wait at the bottom line
Oh, we’re falling like leaves
Under a steel sky
Oh, we taste like cold air
There’s something we should share
Stuck in our wheelchair
We try to make our way downstairs
Stuck in our wheelchair
We try to make our way downstairs
Oh, we’re sinking like stones
And wait at the bottom line
Oh, we’re falling like leaves
Under a steel sky
Oh, we taste like cold air
There’s something we should share