كلمات Aeva And The Waving World

I cut my ties at the end of a catatonic When I woke up shaking like a blaze At first my heart it beat like a helicopter But soon it blurred like the lights on the freeway It bloomed with an opened wound Now walk the earth All it takes is a golden angle Or a golden head of an arrowed light Cause an arrow points to a lie that they spoke And a new angle in great in a fight