Letras: Immaculate Machine. Broken Ship.

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We are sailing on a broken ship, but only one of us can survive
I don't wanna go,
I don't wanna go,
I don't wanna go
If it means you die

Grab that railing tight with all your might
Until we sink into the sea
Cello play us off
Cello play us off
Violin play us off dramatically

These streets are not my home,
Streets are not my home
They'll never be my home
Never be my home

You take nothing, turn it into something
All while sleeping on the floor
Just so you can see,
Just so you can see,
Just so you can see
What you never saw before

Grab that lever, speak into receiver
When your art is on the ground
Message just for you
Message just for you
Cryptic message falls without a sound

These streets are not my home,
Streets are not my home
They'll never be my home
Never be my home

Try to explain, but you don't understand
That I'm just not ready to make these kind of plans
Now that you're here with your head in your hands,
If it never really started how can it be over?