ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ

[00:22.47] Torn up pages: fickle, uncertain how time ticks.
[00:29.82] Spoilt fruits: unwanted, abandoned, how life goes without you,
[00:40.94] even when the rain hurts to walk on,
[00:48.93] even when blood spills.
[00:53.01] A pain buried oh so deep within
[00:54.91] an illness without a cure rooted inside your poor soul.
[00:57.78] Oh, how it hurts.
[00:59.40] ah
[01:00.55] Lost underneath this ruined world,
[01:02.25] let’s bury ourselves down into hell.
[01:08.06] Ah,
[01:11.76] a voice so fickle.
[01:15.48] Ah,
[01:19.20] a soul so fruitless.
[01:23.31] ♪
[01:38.42] Broken records, crackling spluttering noises.
[01:45.62] The time forgotten, tick-tocking snickering voices.
[01:53.38] A sound lost in memories so old.
[01:55.53] ♪
[01:57.50] Melody oh so nostalgic.
[01:59.33] ahh, ahh
[02:01.07] A voice lost in time or so was told.
[02:02.98] ♪
[02:05.06] Oh how I wish I could go back
[02:08.53] in time,
[02:11.81] but life’s so fickle.
[02:16.03] Ah,
[02:19.84] a song so fruitless.
[02:23.74] A sin buried oh so deep within
[02:25.83] lies that form a skin surrounding
[02:27.82] your grieving poor soul.
[02:28.92] Oh, how it hurts.
[02:30.58] ah
[02:31.70] Lost underneath the corpse of life,
[02:33.46] let’s bury ourselves away from strife.
[02:38.97] Ah,
[02:42.73] a voice
[02:43.71] so fickle,
[02:46.40] ah,
[02:50.10] so full of woe.
[02:54.15] Ah, (ah)
[02:57.77] how it hurts.
[03:01.42] Ahh, ahh