Texty: Untoten. The Look Of Blasphemie.

I do not cry, I do not cry I'm in a world where no one survives a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files embracing the rats, deleting the pain painless like this place ever has been I do not cry, I do not cry
You turn the sun into something I hate you prace my conscience that I never had you count the Books that bear inner strife sleeping with someone who sleeps with a knife I do not cry, I do not cry
So will you hold me like I have been watching holes into skies you hold me like I have been starring holes into skies I'm in a world where no one survives a dreamfly with life, too unperfect files embracing the rats, deleting the pain painless like this place ever has been I do not cry, I do not cry
So will you hold me like I have been watching holes into skies you hold me like I have been starring holes into skies I'm in a turn to something that's cold I praise the members of skies and of holes I gain the price for best swimming in pain I count the stars again and again
So will you hold me like I have been watching holes into skies you hold me like I have been starring holes into skies I'm in a turn to something that's cold I praise the members of skies and of holes I gain the price for best swimming in pain I count the stars again and again