The Number Twelve Looks Like You - The Weekly Wars lyrics

rate me

I am my own killing moon

The hunter and the prey

A baptism in dirty water

Escaped from th e crucifix

But still carry the weight

A baptism in dirty water

These impure thoughts lead to soulless action

And the cycle continues

Furthered by the thought of a confused soul

A man with no release

Concerned by his own thoughts

Slowing the rotation of the cogs and the gears

A halting machine

A haunting disease

A man with no release