The mallets' chains are breaking overhead
And it's poised to drop sometime soon on this disaster 

In my mouth is the morning sun
 it sends shivers over my skin 
my memories are slowly slipping
And I'm sailing against the wall 

But how could I know that
when you traced embers in the air with your finger
you could do nothing to stop the pain inside

In my mouth is the morning sun
 it sends shivers over my skin 
my memories are slowly slipping
And I'm sailing against the wall

VOCALOID Robot Death Metal

soggynapkin