FEATURE: Exit Dream – Willing to take a leap of faith
Romanticised descent, frozen-rose tinted lens and I can’t pretend.
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Romanticised descent, frozen-rose tinted lens and I can’t pretend.
Our ties so strong they would never break.
Scorned by the blaze of death, to drift is to stumble, to stumble is to fall.
All I want is rest, take away my breath.
Missing pieces forming tapestries of a slumbering world.
I’ve got no heroes anymore.
Hold your breath for spirits to bring you to life.
Chains of my despair drag the weight through my lungs.
Sometimes you gotta let the rough end drag.