Elongated Sporadic Bursts
Spiritual sickness, spreads in me
Plan out the future until you know what there will be
When the dust setles you've become free
The fire inside feels like it's about to burst
Everything seems too much, I don't feel at home
I feel so Goddamn empty, every day it's eating a piece away
Untill there is no more left of me
Untill there is no more left of me
Elongated Sporadice Bursts
Until there is no more left of me
Leaving my body cold
Calculating new apocalypsep
Thread the result to create your world
No one hears the voice of sanity
In this Maelstrom
When the dust settles you've become free
My dreams are all what I will ever have
Plan out the future, until you know what there will be
(Until you know what there will be)
When the dust settles, you've become free