Frgt/10 Reanimation Remix of Forgotten
To Rid The Disease
There's nobody here, there's nobody near
I try not to care, dead eyes always stare
Let these matters be, don't trust what you see
Take hold of your time, step into the line
There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do (would you)
Leave your mark upon the head of someone
Who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late
I turn round to see what was meant to be
Faint movement release to rid the disease
There's innocence torn from
There's nobody here, there's nobody near
I try not to care, dead eyes always stare
Let these matters be, don't trust what you see
Take hold of your time, step into the line
There's innocence torn from its maker
Stillborn the trust in you
This failure has made the creator
So would you tell him what to do (would you)
Leave your mark upon the head of someone
Who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late
I turn round to see what was meant to be
Faint movement release to rid the disease
There's innocence torn from
53 Hours
your words seem so vague
from hot lips, from your cold lips
mostly forgetting more than just the topic
melting eyes losing sight and breaking away
fighting a memory of the touch
my eyes catching hold and wishing to stay
but instead only just wishing away
mine so wild and taken aback
on a three month ride
this whole concept mirrors
this never-ending dream of love,
struggle for love
in which no one wins, but
someone seems to hurt
melting eyes losing sight and breaking away
fighting a memory of the touch
my eyes catching hold and wishing to stay
but instead only just wishing away
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