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I lay in the hands of my maker, why is it so loud
restless is carrying fever
why do i get the feeling they ll brake it
i lay in the hands of my maker
Why do i get the feeling they ll brake it, restless is carrying fever
The torture won t part you, burning you to pieces
You heed the glance of a smile, you heed the glance of a smile Amity, why is it so loud
You fail and foam from your mouth, why is it so loud
Was it impossible to float for a while, and i want to spend the rest of it awake
You fail and foam from your mouth, does not seem to save you
In search and need of a friend, motherly breast won t warm you
You climb up and frown, restless is carrying fever
Mothers lap can t seem to warm you, the torture won t part you The, mothers lap can t seem to warm you
All the sense you are capable of, does not seem to save you, the torture won t part you
Why is it so loud, why is it so loud
burning you to pieces
you climb up and frown
Was it impossible to float for a while, the torture won t part you Gathering, it s a fight it s a fight
Was it impossible to float for a while, why is it so loud, why is it so loud
the torture won t part you
It s a fight it s a fight, in search and need of a friend
it s a fight it s a fight
Will i bow down to this in the end, and i want to spend the rest of it awake
all the sense you are capable of
The torture won t part you, all the sense you are capable of, you heed the glance of a smile
Why is it so loud, i lay in the hands of my maker, motherly breast won t warm you
you fail and foam from your mouth
Burning you to pieces, mothers lap can t seem to warm you The, you heed the glance of a smile
Why is it so loud, in search and need of a friend, i lay in the hands of my maker
The torture won t part you, in search and need of a friend, in search and need of a friend
it s a fight it s a fight
why do i get the feeling they ll brake it
It s a fight it s a fight, why do i get the feeling they ll brake it
mothers lap can t seem to warm you
was it impossible to float for a while
I lay in the hands of my maker, the torture won t part you
burning you to pieces
was it impossible to float for a while
Why is it so loud, why is it so loud The, you fail and foam from your mouth
I lay in the hands of my maker, why is it so loud Amity, the torture won t part you