Gordon from Theatria by Theatria
Tracklist
| 3. | Gordon | 2:22 |
Lyrics
The air I breathe with my lungs makes a different sound each time it's coming in.
My heart stops beating and words lose meaning when you factor in my every flaw.
Say you weren't the last one, you sick mess.
Like cellophane, I see straight through you and I walk on by.
Let's say you even made an effort. What would it be for?
“To make you dwell on inhibitions until you can't see a thing.”
Credits
from Theatria,
released August 2, 2011
