Hollow hands that twist and shape us.
And timeless plans that mold then breaks us.
It`s a lost opinion in a jaded story.
Will tomorrow`s plans release our frozen doubt,
When all the empty plans have left you fading out.
It`s a lost opinion in a jaded story.
In our elements we drown, through the emptiness we`ve found.
For a final look at the things we`ve took,
It`s the same shole.
In our element we drown, through the emptiness we`ve found.
For a final look at the things we`ve took,
It`s the same hole, it`s the same hole, it`s the same hole.
Hollow hands that twist and shape us now.
And timeless plans that mold and,
In our elements we drown, through the emptiness we`ve found.
For a finaly look at the things we`ve took,
It`s the same hole.
It`s a lost opinion in a jaded story.
In our elements we drown through the emptiness we`ve found.
For a final look at the things we`ve took,
It`s the same hole.
In our elements we drown through the emptiness.
We`ve found for a final look at the things we`ve took,
It`s the same hole, it`s the same hole,
It`s the same hole, it`s the same hole,
It`s the same hole, it`s the same hole.
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