歌词
When I came along for the truth,
You gave me it in cover of abuse
I've become attached, to the back of someone's shadow,
Forced to be strapped, to the lies that lie so shallow
Paper from the same tree,
Paper from the same tree,
You glare down my soul what do you see?
Paper corroding, in dense reality
Parts of your trust are burnt in me
Paper from the same tree,
Paper from the same tree,
You glare down my soul what do you see?
Subtle, to the point of formlessness
Subtle, to the point of formlessness
Subtle, to the point of formlessness
Riding the tide,
Train into your thoughts,
I see yourself question,
Am I nothing or more?
Am I nothing or more?
Am I nothing or more?
Am I nothing or more?
Am I nothing no more?