Dark Matter
Feathers
3:58Damn those evil eyes Where will they go when you're done Tired of old disguises How can you rest when your work's done Save the spells so polite I control this outcome Climb the stake as you like Two could stand and you want none I may have gone soft I was burning For something mine Beware I hear you in this Quiet new Still life I've shaped old fears into forms More real than the real ones Don't hang on me your strange thoughts Weightless is what I become I may have gone soft I was burning For something mine Beware I hear you in this Quiet new Still life I've shaped old fears into forms More real than the real ones Don't hang on me your strange thoughts Weightless is what I become