歌词
Lilies turned to cinders in my hand
You don't need a judge for your defense
With no halo no one is a saint
That's not what says the common sense
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Lilies turned to ashes in my palm
Creeping through my vision to live on
And walking alone I hear the psalm
From resilience to burial
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Femininity upon a pyre
You can't ignite my dreams if I don't sleep
Code breaker now I hear the choir
You won't need this faulty seed
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Lilies turned to cinders in my hand
Flashes of a life still in the air
DT's in an air of silent rage
Life is hanging on me by a thread
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul
Breathing without feeling alive
Breathing
Breathing
The body is a grave
The tomb of your soul