Texty: Elegant Machinery. Repressive Thoughts.

She comes like a stranger with forgotten shame
dressed up in memories again
and there is nothing i can do
When I see her coming I close my eyes
when I feel her presence I hear her lies
smooth hands are reaching out
CHORUS
Strange words are reaching me
condemnting me
just pulling me back down
into the darkness of my fragile mind

here tonight
I feel the beating of my heart
when a word of silence tears me apart
my anxiety is bringing me down
I'm trying so hard to repress what I see
but she's standing so strong in front of me
I'm so lost within her arms
REPEAT CHORUS