Echoes - M R T

To burn a throne upon us,

along the fears I crave I had this thoughts of morrow,

longing through the rain There my head, know your problem?

Stuttering, blunt and dead.

Fooled on like every hour, too late to understand?

I’m learning just to take back tomorrow’s end Depreciation faith

moves around your head As long I had

to obey to, a roping hound in bound.

Longing as beats brought down lost, as much you let it drown.

I’m learning just to take back tomorrow’s end Depreciation faith

moves around your head When I’ve got nothing at all When I’ve got

nothing at all Along the fears I craved,

crawling through the rain Stuttering,

blunt and dead There’s nothing I could

do, when I had nothing at you I am a dead man