Slayers of My Life

Drowning frames
Which I drew so much from
Rusty eyes that knew the answer have lost their source
When I turn pale
In the fear of losing my flow
I've got more than I could put off for tomorrow

All that casts a shadow on my eyes
The purest day will be the judge of my cry
Although the remains of being a wise guy

Trapped in need
Which ain't got no shape
I'm still hanging on the scratches that never fade
All your barred tales
'Bout the rightness of getting higher
Burning railroads to the vacuum missed all the stops

Mephistopheles craving for lights
The louder I spin the quieter they form lies
A modern patterns to avoid the results



Credits
Writer(s): Filip Klimek
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