Sense - Salt

Whither you’d go

I see pictures of failure

Although I thread

My repine inside you

You gave it back while I was not aware

Degrade me and deny me

I will compel my will

And I will shove my doubts

Send you an invite

Feast on your surprise

Whither you’d go

I see pictures of failure

Although I thread

My repine

You gave it back while I was not aware

Degrade me and deny me