Iscarabaid - Remastered

Now they're swerving when I give
And now it's turning away from my impression at all
It's choleric months in baritone
But waiting for the tide out
Right in they are calling me

Words at hiding are revoked
But waiting for this I'll blend in the covering
Where it's tied, embarrassed
But lay inside the lake
And things will come anywhere

Inside of me
Outside of you
Awaking closer to the light
To swear that those were better dreams
What's wrong with me?
Am I tired of you?

In every type of value
There is no turning away from my impression at all
Losing sight when running
Well, I went swimming and you pulled me to come in

Long weeks hiding melody
Now I'm staring awake, at my impression that all
The clock strikes 12 and it's time to breathe
But now it's turning into a beast like you

I don't need them
Light the way there
Inside of me, outside of you
Going closer to there

Inside of me
Outside of you
Awaking closer to the light
And swear that you've seen better things
Wipe the slate
What am I to sing?
Many clothes to borrow
To quell that song