Testo di Sycamore Dreams

You're the source. My disbelief in innocence arise. Feel that gosth seducing me. Try to reach a hand in that golden circle. You are no angel. And my heart is more than emptyness. In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees and no one else is sleeping well. Burn me tonight. Feeing my lies slip away. Burn me tonight. And kill the demos in me. Facing a saint feeling my life slip away. Burn me tonight. Until I'm disapointed. Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me. I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake. I'm the pine float. And now you're falling apart from me. You are no angel!!!