mr. Gnome
The Machine
Alone they found me calling. Here I go down beforeAlone these hands are hollow, calming echoAnd now the night approaches, dark tide swallowsThe night it peaks to whisper, here I follow...Slowly separate become machine.Marching one by one while washing clean.Alone they found me empty. Here I go down beforeAlone with one eye open, capture my shadowAnd as the night approaches, dark tide swallowsThe night it peaks to whisper, here i follow...Slowly separate become machine.Marching one by one they're washing clean again.Slowly separate become machine...Colors fade to numbers steal my everything
From Letras Mania