Keep running through the bottles of dark white water
And I run from you
Thinking that you are the one who will fill me up
Why couldn't I live with my own flower
Was it too pale to keep?
Because I am tired of this
But I keep walking
As if running away from the guilt
From facing you
Without facing me
Am I alone in this cult?
For god of belonging
I waste me
Because I am tired of this
Because I am tired
The more I find the more I doubt
Like a howling chased by wind
I miss your hands
Aristotle's Hope - Cult Lyrics
Aristotle's Hope - Cult Lyrics
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Keep running through the bottles of dark white water
And I run from you
Thinking that you are the one who will fill me up
Why couldn't I live with my own flower
Was it too pale to keep?
Because I am tired of this
But I keep walking
As if running away from the guilt
From facing you
Without facing me
Am I alone in this cult?
For god of belonging
I waste me
Because I am tired of this
Because I am tired
The more I find the more I doubt
Like a howling chased by wind
I miss your hands
And I run from you
Thinking that you are the one who will fill me up
Why couldn't I live with my own flower
Was it too pale to keep?
Because I am tired of this
But I keep walking
As if running away from the guilt
From facing you
Without facing me
Am I alone in this cult?
For god of belonging
I waste me
Because I am tired of this
Because I am tired
The more I find the more I doubt
Like a howling chased by wind
I miss your hands
Writer: Ari Koinuma
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid