Everything's all black and white
Shades of grey in-between
Recollections of foreign sites
Caught inside madman's dreams
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
The hallway always extended
Nothing quite seems to scale
Laws of physics here are bending
Hear the books write themselves
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
Mimicking is not creation
It's a flawed artistic expression
Lungs deflate, know your station
And inside your cloak is sharpened perfection
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
A horse touches down beside your bed
Keep remembering things that haven't happened yet
There's no release even when you're dead
Until he severs the mortal thread
Entire galaxies float in blue eyes
Where something mysteriously lies
I'd do anything hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not accept the forces choice of permanent sabbatical
4 Star View - Death's Domain Lyrics
4 Star View - Death's Domain Lyrics
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Everything's all black and white
Shades of grey in-between
Recollections of foreign sites
Caught inside madman's dreams
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
The hallway always extended
Nothing quite seems to scale
Laws of physics here are bending
Hear the books write themselves
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
Mimicking is not creation
It's a flawed artistic expression
Lungs deflate, know your station
And inside your cloak is sharpened perfection
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
A horse touches down beside your bed
Keep remembering things that haven't happened yet
There's no release even when you're dead
Until he severs the mortal thread
Entire galaxies float in blue eyes
Where something mysteriously lies
I'd do anything hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not accept the forces choice of permanent sabbatical
Shades of grey in-between
Recollections of foreign sites
Caught inside madman's dreams
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
The hallway always extended
Nothing quite seems to scale
Laws of physics here are bending
Hear the books write themselves
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
Mimicking is not creation
It's a flawed artistic expression
Lungs deflate, know your station
And inside your cloak is sharpened perfection
I'd do anything to hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not veer into the void, his eye sockets are impractical
A horse touches down beside your bed
Keep remembering things that haven't happened yet
There's no release even when you're dead
Until he severs the mortal thread
Entire galaxies float in blue eyes
Where something mysteriously lies
I'd do anything hear the voice graveling off in capitals
Not accept the forces choice of permanent sabbatical
Writer: T. Bass
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