Woorden: Flee The Seen. Broken Thoughts Of Praise.

Tale this fall
write it down
beneath this veil
this silent screams of rage
make it seem
beyond shadows
these eyes desccend
on broken thoughts of praise
what's to say
only blood below (undertow)
call to arms (undertow)
I thought you were waving
but you were just drowning
took this fall
wrote it down
beneath this veil
my silent screams of rage
made it seem
beyond shadows
mine eyes descend
on broken thoughts of praise
what's to say
call to arms (undertow)
my only hope (undertow)
rise