How am I supposed to get air
Inside this grave
Ring the bell, victorian.
You need to behave
Claw my way out
Cause its the fear that I face
The mirror makes me age.
From the earth the salt I taste
Tears to the sea.
That old familiar place.
Theres no option.
Not gonna to be a waste.
A proper burial taken,
Another artist erased
My eyes alone and closed.
But now I feel awake.
If you've ever felt tired and deflated, you can relate.
All the semantics keep on ranting
But this is not a debate.
This is not your fortune.
It could be fate.
can you can hear it, In every word that i say.
Good luck. I
How am I supposed to get air
Inside this grave
Ring the bell, victorian.
You need to behave
Claw my way out
Cause its the fear that I face
The mirror makes me age.
From the earth the salt I taste
Tears to the sea.
That old familiar place.
Theres no option.
Not gonna to be a waste.
A proper burial taken,
Another artist erased
My eyes alone and closed.
But now I feel awake.
If you've ever felt tired and deflated, you can relate.
All the semantics keep on ranting
But this is not a debate.
This is not your fortune.
It could be fate.
can you can hear it, In every word that i say.
Good luck.
Good byyyyeee