[00:09.699] | Frostbit fingertips |
[00:13.417] | Frostbit fingertips caress the razor's edge |
[00:15.858] | Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head |
[00:19.487] | Inadvertent gestures given effortlessly by my limbs |
[00:22.139] | Complacency of warmth never sets in |
[00:24.431] | This is an endless winter |
[00:26.609] | One where the air gets thinner |
[00:29.140] | A proclamation to the clement seasons |
[00:31.703] | War without a rhyme or reason |
[00:34.301] | Turmoil is elemental and so simplistic a feature |
[00:44.309] | Though |
[00:48.437] | Personal and integral |
[00:49.673] | I cannot bear to brace this creature |
[00:52.885] | |
[00:58.853] | Brace this creature(Brace creature) |
[01:12.446] | |
[01:17.640] | It's becoming deeper |
[01:20.053] | This feeling urges my cliffs steeper |
[01:24.235] | Stepping closer to see the fall |
[01:26.279] | Negligence consumes my all |
[01:30.067] | (Have I let go) |
[01:32.595] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[01:37.168] | I stand here with unclenched hands |
[01:40.746] | Retreating into my own |
[01:45.627] | Enduring this all alone |
[01:53.143] | |
[01:58.317] | I scream to remember passion |
[02:03.345] | Unheard emotions in breathtaking fashion |
[02:13.583] | Frostbit fingertips caress the razor's edge |
[02:18.097] | Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head |
[02:26.506] | |
[02:53.244] | We are all the same |
[02:55.030] | Unique and indifferent |
[02:57.693] | Living as if this cryptic fever is isolated |
[03:01.629] | But it isn't |
[03:03.713] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[03:08.050] | I stand here with unclenched hands |
[03:11.699] | Retreating into my own |
[03:16.844] | Enduring this all alone |
[03:28.129] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[03:35.955] | What I am? |
[00:09.699] | Frostbit fingertips |
[00:13.417] | Frostbit fingertips caress the razor' s edge |
[00:15.858] | Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head |
[00:19.487] | Inadvertent gestures given effortlessly by my limbs |
[00:22.139] | Complacency of warmth never sets in |
[00:24.431] | This is an endless winter |
[00:26.609] | One where the air gets thinner |
[00:29.140] | A proclamation to the clement seasons |
[00:31.703] | War without a rhyme or reason |
[00:34.301] | Turmoil is elemental and so simplistic a feature |
[00:44.309] | Though |
[00:48.437] | Personal and integral |
[00:49.673] | I cannot bear to brace this creature |
[00:52.885] | |
[00:58.853] | Brace this creature Brace creature |
[01:12.446] | |
[01:17.640] | It' s becoming deeper |
[01:20.053] | This feeling urges my cliffs steeper |
[01:24.235] | Stepping closer to see the fall |
[01:26.279] | Negligence consumes my all |
[01:30.067] | Have I let go |
[01:32.595] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[01:37.168] | I stand here with unclenched hands |
[01:40.746] | Retreating into my own |
[01:45.627] | Enduring this all alone |
[01:53.143] | |
[01:58.317] | I scream to remember passion |
[02:03.345] | Unheard emotions in breathtaking fashion |
[02:13.583] | Frostbit fingertips caress the razor' s edge |
[02:18.097] | Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head |
[02:26.506] | |
[02:53.244] | We are all the same |
[02:55.030] | Unique and indifferent |
[02:57.693] | Living as if this cryptic fever is isolated |
[03:01.629] | But it isn' t |
[03:03.713] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[03:08.050] | I stand here with unclenched hands |
[03:11.699] | Retreating into my own |
[03:16.844] | Enduring this all alone |
[03:28.129] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[03:35.955] | What I am? |
[00:09.699] | Frostbit fingertips |
[00:13.417] | Frostbit fingertips caress the razor' s edge |
[00:15.858] | Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head |
[00:19.487] | Inadvertent gestures given effortlessly by my limbs |
[00:22.139] | Complacency of warmth never sets in |
[00:24.431] | This is an endless winter |
[00:26.609] | One where the air gets thinner |
[00:29.140] | A proclamation to the clement seasons |
[00:31.703] | War without a rhyme or reason |
[00:34.301] | Turmoil is elemental and so simplistic a feature |
[00:44.309] | Though |
[00:48.437] | Personal and integral |
[00:49.673] | I cannot bear to brace this creature |
[00:52.885] | |
[00:58.853] | Brace this creature Brace creature |
[01:12.446] | |
[01:17.640] | It' s becoming deeper |
[01:20.053] | This feeling urges my cliffs steeper |
[01:24.235] | Stepping closer to see the fall |
[01:26.279] | Negligence consumes my all |
[01:30.067] | Have I let go |
[01:32.595] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[01:37.168] | I stand here with unclenched hands |
[01:40.746] | Retreating into my own |
[01:45.627] | Enduring this all alone |
[01:53.143] | |
[01:58.317] | I scream to remember passion |
[02:03.345] | Unheard emotions in breathtaking fashion |
[02:13.583] | Frostbit fingertips caress the razor' s edge |
[02:18.097] | Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head |
[02:26.506] | |
[02:53.244] | We are all the same |
[02:55.030] | Unique and indifferent |
[02:57.693] | Living as if this cryptic fever is isolated |
[03:01.629] | But it isn' t |
[03:03.713] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[03:08.050] | I stand here with unclenched hands |
[03:11.699] | Retreating into my own |
[03:16.844] | Enduring this all alone |
[03:28.129] | Have I let go of what I am? |
[03:35.955] | What I am? |