Replacing all the air

You replace it till there's nothing there

You make shit suffocate

The words before the meaning

Then the voice is heard

Whoa

The voice is heard

Replacing all the air

You replace it till there's nothing there

You make shit suffocate

The words before the meaning

Then the voice is heard

Whoa

The voicе is heard

Replacing all the air

You rеplace it till there's nothing there

You make shit suffocate

The words before the meaning

Then the voice is heard

Whoa

The voice is heard

The voice is the stream of pain

Like from a falling plane

Revolves 'round the world again

The texture still isn't right

Cowers from our hunters light

Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight

To rest here is asinine

Between electric lines

Forgive me

Instantly chilled

To the bone

You drop the shade

Through lover's gaze

Through the backlit scars

Through the [?] walls

And we burn our crimes

Between electric lines

Say a prayer for nothing

Take a dare for nothing

Here I am a ghost

A shadow lingering

I am a toxic host

No sense imagining

The voice is a shot to you

All made of ice and through

The pages wet with no one's story

Never true

It climbs through your open doors

Behind your distant doors

Destroys the age you never claimed it as your own

The freed cages hide the end

There and the plot descends

To whispers

Barely at above the spitting wind

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