Hidden hall. Insane thoughts I hit my head to bend the soul Turn myself into a circle of bones
Scream her name through the flame I Burn and pain remains the same I breath the dust and fade away
You rip all the blooming flowers You tear away the walls To soothe that bruised soul inside of you You suffocated what was still alive
Hidden hall. Insane thoughts I hit my head to bend the soul Turn myself into a circle of bones
Scream her name through the flame I Burn and pain remains the same I breath the dust and fade away
Go on and blame it on the trauma Blame the a. d. d There's no amount of drugs to fix the mind unwillingly The easy way to fall is not to choose to fight at all But you stole You didn't have that right!