To me, it seems to ask for reason's a plea for change. And a law that they set out whats love. Of course, this mean giving up from all my sleep. But it's warm, so warm in here.
Go down. No more arms. Kissed, kills. Frozen, still. . I get stuck. . I get stuck, I can't stop. Dancing the dance of the moth. Smiling politely. As we push through glass.