Drown, slowly drown
in these names, in these towns –
everything I remember at random.
How, don’t know how
all it makes me so senseless.
Unbearable stuff, I can’t handle.
Chorus:
Like if I’ve been living here
eon by eon
without any release.
Forgive
me for the fear
and for the pain.
There is no air to breath.
Eyes, every eyes
are like a mirror for soul
but it’s always a soul of beholder.
Wise, make me wise
and help find somebody
my infinite stories be told for
Drown
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