Vertebrae
๐ต 996 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:19 duration
๐ ID: 21712932
๐ Lyrics
Vertebrae broken by the weight of the swollen stomach
Lead on lungs, they burst like fruits.
Fire on the skin, no longer finds space inside
Runs through pores, they black and widen,
Caresses my liquid eyes, staring at you.
Among old crooked mirrors,
Among flickering lights,
My image hidden by black features,
That can't form an ordinary shape.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
Does not return
I bond with the air feeding on the wind,
Flaming tongues that paint the sky gray
And in ruin, I lose myself between the cracks
Of this cold asphalt,
A new home for my remains.
Of this cold asphalt,
A new home for my remains.
Among old crooked mirrors,
Among flickering lights,
My image hidden by black features,
That can't form an ordinary shape.
What escapes darkness,
To the light
Does not return.
Does not return
Lead on lungs, they burst like fruits.
Fire on the skin, no longer finds space inside
Runs through pores, they black and widen,
Caresses my liquid eyes, staring at you.
Among old crooked mirrors,
Among flickering lights,
My image hidden by black features,
That can't form an ordinary shape.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
What escapes darkness,
To the light does not return.
Does not return
I bond with the air feeding on the wind,
Flaming tongues that paint the sky gray
And in ruin, I lose myself between the cracks
Of this cold asphalt,
A new home for my remains.
Of this cold asphalt,
A new home for my remains.
Among old crooked mirrors,
Among flickering lights,
My image hidden by black features,
That can't form an ordinary shape.
What escapes darkness,
To the light
Does not return.
Does not return
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.42] Vertebrae broken by the weight of the swollen stomach
[00:09.53] Lead on lungs, they burst like fruits.
[00:12.88] Fire on the skin, no longer finds space inside
[00:31.33] Runs through pores, they black and widen,
[00:36.80] Caresses my liquid eyes, staring at you.
[00:42.23] Among old crooked mirrors,
[00:45.83] Among flickering lights,
[00:49.89] My image hidden by black features,
[00:53.67] That can't form an ordinary shape.
[00:58.16] What escapes darkness,
[00:59.99] To the light does not return.
[01:03.13] What escapes darkness,
[01:05.57] To the light does not return.
[01:08.67] What escapes darkness,
[01:10.95] To the light does not return.
[01:14.14] What escapes darkness,
[01:16.36] To the light does not return.
[01:24.44] Does not return
[01:39.51] I bond with the air feeding on the wind,
[01:45.87] Flaming tongues that paint the sky gray
[01:52.58] And in ruin, I lose myself between the cracks
[01:56.41] Of this cold asphalt,
[01:58.29] A new home for my remains.
[02:01.15] Of this cold asphalt,
[02:03.01] A new home for my remains.
[02:07.24] Among old crooked mirrors,
[02:10.72] Among flickering lights,
[02:14.57] My image hidden by black features,
[02:18.50] That can't form an ordinary shape.
[02:33.80] What escapes darkness,
[02:42.39] To the light
[02:46.73] Does not return.
[02:54.13] Does not return
[03:19.19]
[00:09.53] Lead on lungs, they burst like fruits.
[00:12.88] Fire on the skin, no longer finds space inside
[00:31.33] Runs through pores, they black and widen,
[00:36.80] Caresses my liquid eyes, staring at you.
[00:42.23] Among old crooked mirrors,
[00:45.83] Among flickering lights,
[00:49.89] My image hidden by black features,
[00:53.67] That can't form an ordinary shape.
[00:58.16] What escapes darkness,
[00:59.99] To the light does not return.
[01:03.13] What escapes darkness,
[01:05.57] To the light does not return.
[01:08.67] What escapes darkness,
[01:10.95] To the light does not return.
[01:14.14] What escapes darkness,
[01:16.36] To the light does not return.
[01:24.44] Does not return
[01:39.51] I bond with the air feeding on the wind,
[01:45.87] Flaming tongues that paint the sky gray
[01:52.58] And in ruin, I lose myself between the cracks
[01:56.41] Of this cold asphalt,
[01:58.29] A new home for my remains.
[02:01.15] Of this cold asphalt,
[02:03.01] A new home for my remains.
[02:07.24] Among old crooked mirrors,
[02:10.72] Among flickering lights,
[02:14.57] My image hidden by black features,
[02:18.50] That can't form an ordinary shape.
[02:33.80] What escapes darkness,
[02:42.39] To the light
[02:46.73] Does not return.
[02:54.13] Does not return
[03:19.19]