Spining through the day
Waiting to ascend
The present is a present
Confusions and mistakes
Emotions poured all over
But balance is the key
Sometimes you can't control them
Deciding makes me weak.
There isn't a soul in the things that matter to most.
Sailing the void there is no notion or current that pulls.
(I pull the trigger!)
Withered bent over the vase is the new way to pose.
(I pull the trigger!)
Seek for a way to be free liberating your soul.
Oh...
Spining all the way
I thought of yesterday
Waiting to be made
A choice decides the fate
(I pull the trigger!)
Sailing the void there is no notion or current that pulls.
(I pull the trigger!)
Seek for a way to be free liberating your soul.
They say all comes back to you...
Digging up the grave
For memories to lay
(I pull the trigger!)
Withered bent over the vase is the new way to pose.
(I pull the trigger!)
Seek for a way to be free liberating your soul.
They say all comes back to you...
There isn't a soul in the things that matter to most.
