Letra 2 Boñhbl (en inglés) - The Slot
These elevating blinks
Down stairs Up sinking
You might survive with me
But I don't think you're there
There's no room for our bodies
We're nobodies doing self studies
For the two some pain whatsoever
Caused so clever failed endeavor
To speak to you
Chorus
Two battles to win in my head
Two different fights within one vein
Two delicate springs, winter dead
We're making it till we go insane
2.
Cold fading day by day
But do we feel this?
Apparent MIAs
It's done no more events
Violence rotten downhearted
Once it started
Now we have parted
One in two
More seconds this halo
Had this fella
merely unable to get to you
Chorus
Two battles to win in my head
Two different fights within one vein
Two delicate springs, winter dead
We're making it till we go insane