Diary of Dreams E. dead motion (sub esp)

Letra: Long, lost faces jump off fences Taste the fall on bloody lips Sit up, bend down Connect the masses Grounded, reduced to soil But still it s up to you Feel, fake reject my touch Shiver, shake don t trust my language But still it s up to you How can you cope with rare conditions That you ve caused by yourself Never try to understand me Never try to face my faces