Στοίχοι: Program (The). Artificial Unintelligence. Precious.

I strike a match, the heat will rise
Spark the flint upon the aeresole
Up with the Heat, I lift from this place I feel it
Lift the paper, turn the page

So if I get lost in this moment its for the sake of, feeling alive
kiss a world goodbye tonite

It ventilates me, infiltrates these body parts, I love this pain too much
Just hold on, sit back and watch my Bruises collect
One by One

Call this a reason to live? Seems like a reason to die
What if I fall in love tonite? Feel something alive?

You are what shapes me
Its what I hold inside that makes me who I am, you are the force which shapes me