Letras: Eleven Minutes Away. Arson Followed Me Home. Drilling Holes In His Head....

be still and sleep. so blind yourself from. misguided senses. ironic at best. it's far from over now. what's so important. composing rapture. and mannerisms. oh so charming. was dear to me. has now departed. an empty shell. sit idle and be still. be still. and sleep. sit idle and be still. condemning to enslave. and you'll repeat the past. dismantle all that's new. we've been through the worse but it's still far from over. despite what you think moments pass like decades. in danger i dissolve