The Atlas Moth - 25's And The Royal Blues Тексты

I pave the way with gold & black suns
Rest assured this is all a dream.

I feel ill and all of the world is fading before my eyes

Trust in the paper ride
You will get home safely

We've forgotten nothing
And no one is safe
My skin crawls in the most peculiar of ways

I've paved i've paved my way
To the next world over