The Look Of Blasphemie - Untoten

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