Absent thoughts
A reality I can't sustain
I push myself in
I hide from the blame
Absent thoughts
A reality I can't sustain
I push myself in
I hide from the blame
Absent thoughts
A reality I can't sustain
I push myself in
I hide from the blame
Absent thoughts
A reality I can't sustain
I push myself in
I hide from the blame
Among the mold and behind the trees
I found the fragments that made the better parts of me
Pulled at the thread, ended up too deep
I see the clearing, see the clеaring, there's no outs for me
What's ingrainеd in him
What meets the dirt
Drift below, drift below
Just to feel the hurt
What makes them?
It makes me
No choices
I'm begging
Pulled at the thread
Pulled at the thread
Pulled at the thread
Pulled at the thread
Pulled at the thread
Pulled at the thread
Pulled at the thread
Pulled at the thread
