how can it be,
that these hands i stare at in search for reality, were made from dying glory?
the vast twinkling heavens crafted me and yet...
where there should be some feeling, there is a void; a star that's collapsed into itself
how can it be,
that these hands i stare at in search for reality, were made from dying glory?
the vast twinkling heavens crafted me and yet...
where there should be some feeling, there is a void; a star that's collapsed into itself