The Wild Haunt
Artificial Language
Surely there’s a place for us
Surely there’s a place for us
Please, leave me out of breath
Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us
Is there a way to take control of our directives?
Please, leave me out of breath
Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us
Swallowing us
Separated from what’s burnt out
I am years and miles away from the man that I had wanted to be
He’s a stranger distancing himself, as I chase the air that he breathes
That I had wanted to be
The air that he breathes
Is there a way to take control of our directives?
Please, leave me out of breath
Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us
Surely there’s a place for us (swallowing us)
Surely there’s a place for us (separated from what’s burnt out)