Crimson 가사

It's as if I've fallen with the fall Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall My lungs are frozen from the winter air A stale cold and respiratory flare Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage We constantly collide with the troposphere We cut straight through like roman spear Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin. Promised to forget because it never happened It's as if I've fallen with the fall Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall. Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under Stimulating consequences rest on my conscience This addiction to the things we do is neither conventional or acknowledged An echo of existence. Subsist in our commencement Limitations have escaped us, contrary to accepted thesis A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage We constantly collide with the troposphere We cut straight through like roman spear Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin Promised to forget because it never happened Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under An echo of existence. Subsist in our commencement Limitations have escaped us, contrary to accepted thesis An echo of existence. Limitations have escaped us An echo of existence