Sealing the cloud tower in the room

Sweet skies are wide I should loose lead sweden temperatures lips change arrow through

Dark clouds forming an eclipse

With the lighthouse yet vices rewarded

Virtuals

No incentive

Cause in belly of the beast I am really notorious

The night sky it makes mind in the room

Sooner or later the sunrise will change my mind what a word of the blue

A monument has been built upon the deep where I was taken captive

Grab the dead by it's hold so face the dim light

At the end of the passage

I want to swim in your oil spill

Soon explosives and explotions me recall into the self insure

Free me of this madness really unfolding entropy

Slowly degenerating with the bodies

And a ticking timebomb gently ceasing to exist

And the night continues all I left in hard drive

Want to swim in your oil spill

I want to sink in your oil spill

I'm always the first to bleed

You always will