Тексты песен Cky

the fire dies on its own leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone I think that something is out there waiting anticipation has grown the air as black as can be can't even see that my hand is in f

I can't expect you to see Me when I'm not around And my voice is destroyed By confinement of sound I'm a human machine Laced with hidden disease If the future looks bleak Then you're connected to me F