In every moment of still
there is a fear that's grown.
One day you'll come for the kill
and I will not return.
No pleasure but for a thrill
and burials are showing.
Distraction's shown me it's fill
so come and take your turn.
Come and take your turn
In every moment of still
there is a fear that's grown.
One day you'll come for the kill
and I will not return.
No pleasure but for a thrill
and burials are showing.
Distraction's shown me it's fill
so come and take your turn.
Come and take your turn
