My words spill onto the floor
They lose their taste when they're lukewarm
I've sunk into the room and
Lost heat and the dead air in
I'm lost in quiet torture
I watch the future unfold
Plans and emotions seem futile
It wouldn't change a thing
I couldn't name the demon
The noonday sloth that creeps in
There's danger in passivity
The lion pounced and swallowed me
Composição: Gabriel Jorgensen
