Woorden:
Amaranthine Trampler As The Colour Of Love Flows From My Shattered Teeth Demo

guilt, we wilt like flowers growing from poisoned landscapes Our hearts never blameless in their vomitory fixations Dressed in umbilical kisses, born from

After the rain has gone and the clouds part The first rays of light mark a fresh start But I miss the gloom, and the dark solitude In my blacked-out

And your apathy makes it all the more gripping The four walls of aspiration have closed in My movement has been limited I can no longer close my eyes

past In silent romanticism Trample the daisies Leave your nameless mark The land you seek is far from here Just follow the path Everyone you've loved