Tekster: Hollowblue. What You Left Behind. Triplex Sin.

Claim each other the pain has gone | when we are just, just removing the rain
Can never still the triplex sin? | It?s too much, | long distance comes and belongs | to broken parts of a cold star.
How we pack | the frozen rain, | the silent fights | we left behind?
And the flashy paint is on your coat | to recall the day | the flame has gone
And the vapid plans | we built became | ten packets of rain | are stored in my vale
Can never still the triplex sin? | The sinking feeling? the fair begins