This Touch, last touch, this touch, break thee
the words to soft to be spoken
bow down on a wire
try to hunt for the charred fields of snow
right no you hold us up
right now depsose of
dire desposed of truth
one by one the souls will take you over
to pick you up,
broken hearts tell what you have loved
the answers freed and you contempt
this pain is from you
right now dispose of you
dier dispsose of truth
why why
you think you have broken us down you have not
you think you have broken us down you have not
you break me before i go on , who deserves this pain
you always find a way to have your own
