The Dessert is barren and dry
A conducive home for an animal that glides
My heart is pounding slower than ever
Cause I never allow it on its’ way
A conducive home for an animal that glides
Never an escaping window for me
My heart is pounding slower than ever
Forbidding me to feel the circle of norm
Never an escaping window for me
The poison stringed from your words
Forbidding me to feel the circle of norm
Never will I yield my life back
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