Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow
Access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox
Stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope...
Standby the sign of me...
Some kind of unique form
...another season sliced.
Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
You passed the further: descending coils of paradox
Strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope...
A blind pain deceiver
In a vectored eye
Now we know what we became
Nothing is left but we
And my naked I
Some kind of unique form
Asgaroth - Naked Eye Lyrics
Asgaroth - Naked Eye Lyrics
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Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow
Access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox
Stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope...
Standby the sign of me...
Some kind of unique form
...another season sliced.
Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
You passed the further: descending coils of paradox
Strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope...
A blind pain deceiver
In a vectored eye
Now we know what we became
Nothing is left but we
And my naked I
Some kind of unique form
Access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox
Stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope...
Standby the sign of me...
Some kind of unique form
...another season sliced.
Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
You passed the further: descending coils of paradox
Strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope...
A blind pain deceiver
In a vectored eye
Now we know what we became
Nothing is left but we
And my naked I
Some kind of unique form
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BAQUE WILDMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group