| [ti:Crimson] | |
| [ar:Erra] | |
| [al:Augment] | |
| [t_time:(4:31.412)] | |
| [00:00.01] | |
| [00:11.20] | |
| [00:35.80] | It's as if I've fallen with the fall. |
| [00:40.59] | |
| [00:41.20] | Like leaves from trees, |
| [00:42.98] | standing short and tall. |
| [00:46.21] | |
| [00:46.81] | My lungs are frozen |
| [00:48.83] | from the winter air. |
| [00:51.82] | |
| [00:52.23] | A stale cold |
| [00:54.34] | and respiratory flare. |
| [00:57.11] | |
| [03:21.71][00:57.74] | Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier |
| [03:24.78][01:00.76] | from the summer. |
| [03:26.82][01:02.76] | |
| [03:27.19][01:03.16] | It's as if the battle happened here |
| [03:29.94][01:05.98] | and the bodies were buried under. |
| [01:08.62] | A tectonic drift |
| [01:10.29] | and polar shift would ensure our camouflage. |
| [01:14.20] | It would be as if we never happened, |
| [01:16.37] | and this place was a mirage. |
| [01:18.82] | |
| [01:19.33] | We constantly collide with the troposphere. |
| [01:24.82] | We cut straight through like Roman spear. |
| [01:30.31] | |
| [03:03.44][01:35.70] | Displacing oxygen |
| [03:04.68][01:37.14] | (like a paid assassin.) |
| [03:06.29][01:38.53] | Promised to forget |
| [03:07.41][01:39.82] | (because it never happened.) |
| [03:09.33][01:41.48] | |
| [01:44.40] | It's as if I've fallen with the fall. |
| [01:47.11] | Like leaves from trees, |
| [01:48.82] | standing short and tall. |
| [01:51.89] | |
| [01:52.53] | Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier |
| [01:55.62] | from the summer. |
| [01:57.54] | |
| [01:58.08] | It's as if the battle happened here |
| [02:00.83] | and the bodies were buried under. |
| [02:03.17] | Stimulating |
| [02:04.60] | consequences |
| [02:05.97] | rest on my conscience. |
| [02:08.97] | This addiction to the things we do |
| [02:11.27] | is neither conventional or acknowledged. |
| [02:14.49] | |
| [04:10.49][03:59.51][03:33.01][02:14.89] | An echo of existence. |
| [03:37.10][02:19.05] | Subsist in our commencement. |
| [04:03.93][03:41.89][02:23.74] | Limitations have escaped us, |
| [03:48.09][02:29.99] | contrary to accepted thesis. |
| [02:36.34] | A tectonic drift |
| [02:38.06] | and polar shift would ensure our camouflage. |
| [02:41.65] | |
| [02:41.96] | It would be as if we never happened, |
| [02:44.10] | and this place was a mirage. |
| [02:47.13] | We constantly collide |
| [02:50.55] | with the troposphere. |
| [02:52.54] | We cut straight through like Roman spear. |
| [03:32.59][02:57.61] | |
| [03:56.70] | (accepted thesis) |
| [04:16.82] |