Infinity Girl
๐ต 1158 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:56 duration
๐ ID: 12761466
๐ Lyrics
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
O are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins
Sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by
The sins, sins of silence
Scatter
Scatterbrained by the sins
Sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
A knife to cut the root
The root of ignorance
A knife to cut the root
The root of ignorance
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
O are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
O are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins
Sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by
The sins, sins of silence
Scatter
Scatterbrained by the sins
Sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
A knife to cut the root
The root of ignorance
A knife to cut the root
The root of ignorance
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatterbrained by the sins, sins of silence
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
O are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life