Sanctuary
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Tricked by its coziness
Locked in its coldness
Comfort becoming volatile
Devil is in the details
The illusion of control evaporating
The end becoming obliterating
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Laying, laying in this bed
Tricked by its coziness
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Starring into emptiness
Spotting the colours of loneliness
Body filled with bitterness
Tears moaning in hopelessness
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
It feels like laying in ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing knives
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing
It feels like swallowing
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing knives
Resigned, resigned
It feels like swallowing knives
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like laying on ice
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, resigned
It feels like laying on ice
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Tricked by its coziness
Locked in its coldness
Comfort becoming volatile
Devil is in the details
The illusion of control evaporating
The end becoming obliterating
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Laying, laying in this bed
Tricked by its coziness
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Starring into emptiness
Spotting the colours of loneliness
Body filled with bitterness
Tears moaning in hopelessness
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
It feels like laying in ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing knives
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing
It feels like swallowing
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing knives
Resigned, resigned
It feels like swallowing knives
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like laying on ice
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, resigned
It feels like laying on ice
Credits
Writer(s): Valentin Voluta
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