Pettels - Reinforced Concrete

Ruins, they are strong yet fragile,
Drowned in about 20 liters of ashes.
A dress, it's loose but precise,
I found a small gap and escaped.

Cold, the core crumbles
Cold, the core crumbles
It's all your fault
My hands with hands, intertwined,
Reinforced concrete.

Defense, it's casual,
Controlling poison through chaos.

Unnecessary, the core breaks
Unnecessary, the core breaks
It's all your fault
My hands with hands, intertwined,
Reinforced concrete.