Autumn of the Seraphs歌词

Nothing left
Feel alright
I think I'll play it down.
Pretty little strain
I can take a bus to school
You can tag a stride
Your ride.
And you're here and you're alive
And you're the untapped memory of another life.
And you're huge as the sky
And you're dropping satellites.
I can't think of your face without cracking the bones in my hands
I can't breath through your lies and I think I'm off script again
Want your bones,
Want your face.
Another time,
Another place.
If your hands tell your bones,
Bring it down, spill all over
Spill all over...
Well it seems that those survived 'till the end of the wave
Spit blood like a true general woman
Wipe it on your sleeve
Come see with us that page
And the blocking clouds your face
It's the monster at the end of the book
The battle at the panic of your dream
Who won that round?
Who won that round?
Spill all over
Spill all over...