PRAYSIX TONGUES OF THE SAME OLD ANGEL
SPIRALS OF THE UNKNOWN
KEEPS LICKING MY WOUNDS AS I AM FALLING INSIDE THE STORMCAN YOU FEEL IT GROWS
THE MARK INSIDE MY SOUL
THE SIGN OF EVERYTHING
THE SIGN OF NOTHING AT ALLSIX STRINGS AND A PAIR OF BROKEN WINGS TO COVER THE FEAR
STILL HERE WITH A LONG SMILE FULL OF PAIN AND NOTHING TO FEELI CANT SEE WHAT IS WRITTEN ON MY STONE
GOD IS CALLING FROM A HOLE
I CANT SMELL WHAT IS SPINNING IN THE AIR
I AM PRAYING BUT I DONT KNOW WHERECAN YOU FEEL IT GROWS
THE MARK INSIDE MY SOUL
THE SIGN OF EVERYTHING
THE SIGN OF NOTHING AT ALL
SIX TONGUES OF THE SAME OLD ANGEL
SPIRALS OF THE UNKNOWN
KEEPS LICKING MY WOUNDS AS I AM FALLING INSIDE THE STORMCAN YOU FEEL IT GROWS
THE MARK INSIDE MY SOUL
THE SIGN OF EVERYTHING
THE SIGN OF NOTHING AT ALLI CANT SEE WHAT IS WRITTEN ON MY STONE
GOD IS CALLING FROM A HOLE
I CANT SMELL WHAT IS SPINNING IN THE AIR
I AM PRAYING BUT I DONT KNOW WHERE