الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Amid the cracks in mirrors
The glow is growing dimmer
Ascend from putrid rivers
Stumbling blind...
And when the walls are closing
And when you’re crawling, choking
Tumbling deeper down into the mind
When intuition fails you
I will spit, exhale you
Tumbling deeper down into the mind
The keepers of creation
Discharge my automation
Deprived of all sensation
