Pattern retains it's shape
Forward and backward time travels
Gla** has felt more malleable
The knot in my stomach won't untie itself
There's a hole in my head
So I'll dig that hole and fill it with all my fears
Pattern retains it's shape
Forward and backward time travels
Gla** has felt more malleable
The knot in my stomach won't untie itself
There's a hole in my head
So I'll dig that hole and fill it with all my fears