Would you turn into blood

To float in my veins and to fill my heart

To cover my lips and to drip into the drain

Still our confidence remains the same

Oh we're sinking like stones

And wait at the bottom line

Oh we're falling like leaves

Under a steel sky

Oh we taste like cold air

There's something we should share

Tasting milk on my tongue melting slowly

I know that I belong among the unholy

Some pictures to paste

At least there's no accounting for dreams

Oh we're sinking like stones

And wait at the bottom line

Oh we're falling like leaves

Under a steel sky

Oh we taste like cold air

There's something we should share

Stuck in our wheelchair

We try to make our way downstairs

Stuck in our wheelchair

We try to make our way downstairs

Oh we're sinking like stones

And wait at the bottom line

Oh we're falling like leaves

Under a steel sky

Oh we taste like cold air

There's something we should share