Woorden: Pillar Of Autumn. Asthma.

The scars cause a remaining hype
Of tired habits overnight
The towers crash to show that although tall,
They can fall down

I feel I am drifting to the darker side
My eyes see no light
Breathing slowly

Hardly, breathing
Only to fall, slowly

Old memories recreate the scene
Our path becomes a hellish dream
Turn around now don't lose sight of
The foolish lines in which you cross

I feel I am drifting to the darker side
My eyes see no light
Breathing slowly

Hardly, breathing
Only to fall slowly

I feel I am drifting to the darker side
My eyes see no light
Breathing slowly?