Texty: Chevelle. Paint The Seconds.

About to give rise,
Like the sun never could.
More often not we've been warned
Albeit with.

A little taste of regret.

Save these strings of color
They threatened it's too magical.
That you still need to grow

The sooner we enter,
The sooner we'll blend.
He's into another,
Endless abyss.

Waste of time.
To chase these truths.

Tell it to move.
Feel like climbing the walls.
Useless messagers haste,
Rushing to the ride

Save these strings of color
They threatened it's too magical.
That you still need to grow

The sooner we enter,
The sooner we'll blend.
He's into another,
Endless abyss.

The sooner we enter,
The sooner we'll blend.
He's into another,
Endless abyss.

The sooner we enter,
The sooner we'll
He's into another,
Endless abyss.

The sooner we enter,
The sooner we'll
He's into another,
Endless abyss.

The sooner we enter,
The sooner we'll blend.
Leads into another,
Endless amends.