Maelstrom

Wrapped in silver
Wrapped in gold
Always leads to nowhere
Idle fingers growing
Check my vital signs
Fortune favors men of bold
I must count for something
Solace in the ice below
I could stop but
I am trying to pull you down

Give me your life
Keep me alive
Give me your life
Give me your

Lowest fruit hangs on the vine
Just a taste of something
In my face but out of reach
Perfect by design
Distance will not slow me down
I won't rest for nothing
Making eyes with someone now
I can't speak cuz
I am flying above the clouds

Give me your life
Give me your soul
Give me your soul

Running deeper through the trees
Where the beast is growing
Rabid eyes and gnashing teeth
Lethal by design
Moving swiftly with your ghost
You supply the feeding
Blood of rabbits on my clothes
I could stop but
I am dying to hunt you down



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Romanoff
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