Из альбома: Postcards on Hearstrings

Lay down
Sell your iron lids
Suffix of dreams
Behind, it hid
Whispers of insanity
Borderline

I've been thinking
A reflective blend
Of external ecstacy

Inks only leaking minds
But I don't mind
No I don't mind
Inks only leaking minds
But I don't mind

Sentence, fragments, front of me
I know the sheets
Fastening all the while
Mimics my heart beat
Whispers of insanity
Borderline

He'd shoot a light to make it dark
And force himself to fall apart

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