Fiction - SpectraSoul, SOLAH

Finally the truth uncovered

No weapons on us

Immunity of all of your words

They flipped, they turned

Into your spell

Perfectly written

Now I can tell

All that is

This is our fiction, delusion of words

Rivers of water, forced to diverge

Caught in your fiction’s so heavy and cold

When nobody listens, where will you go?

Where will you go?

(This is our fiction)

(Rivers of water)

Into your spell

Perfectly written

Now I can tell

All that is

This is our fiction, delusion of words

Rivers of water, forced to diverge

Caught in your fiction’s so heavy and cold

When nobody listens, where will you go?

Where will you go?

(This is our fiction)

(Rivers of water)