Tekster: Broken Culture. Haven.

I will no longer remember
suffocating these jaded memories
Kill it all until I'm dead inside
Until it's wiped from my eyes

So the addictions arrive
Like demon's with their lies
They live inside my head
With everything else thats dead

And our bliss was so called temporary
And our bliss was so called temporary
And our bliss was so called temporary
So says you to say to me
In this world of temporary