Crumbling Dais - Wolf People

The air is sweet until

No need to move until

The binds have been untied

We are both satisfied

Blissfully paralyzed

Forever seven forty-five

There is, there is, there is no reason to leave

There is, there is, there is no reason to leave

I have no senses left

Tiny taste of death

Our life does not exist

The world is only this

Our body’s final kiss

Before the mind is set adrift

There is, there is, there is no reason to leave

There is, there is, there is no reason to leave