Fire on Dawson - Synthetic part 2

Falling out of Line boy you’re running out of time turn around
Preying on yourself are you, as visions of your life fall apart

Cold
So Cold

Falling out of Line boy you’re running out of time turn around
Preying on yourself are you, as visions of your life fall apart

Rusty, fallen mist, decay
Just another wrist to bury
I felt you dissipate
Our Fault you lost the way
Push the fucking needle away
Didnt you bury May the other day?
Its an honour you called me
Lets stand up and you’ll tell me
Whats that up on the edge, show me
What the devil did to me
Left without any evidence
Any relevance to mess with dew.

Mess with dew

Seize the sands in your eyes, you’re looking awake now, weak now
Seize the sands in your eyes, you’re looking awake now, weak now
Seize the sands in your eyes, you’re looking awake.