Haze of Repair - Trixie Whitley

The future lives

Back the will of the past

Preying the soil in the palm of my hand

Before it gets so stoned in the

In the haze of repair

Oh, paralize me

Oh, paralize me

Haunting on to a sense of longing

Just for the oldest things to feel new again

Easy living on the taste of colors

The root gets so dry in the

In the haze of repair

Oh, paralize me

Oh, paralize me

Oh, paralize me

To billion years gone through the ring of corruption

so strong from destruction

And blinded by the movement of time

Confined to the roots of repair

Oh, paralize me

Oh, paralize me

Oh, paralize me

Oh, paralize me

Oh, paralize me