Testo You Say

I feel im falling
No balance, the shaky ground
The sound of stomping feet
A shiver chatters my teeth
A whisper ripens to full out blasphemy
The levels peaking out
These postal shouts
Like summer days to winter nights I turn from hot to cold
Separate, I will wait, compensate yeah
When you are soaked up in your vice
I feel so alone
And I reflect on everything you say
Everything you say
And when its over and the hatchet is set and done
We fall together and see how long that we can
Stay afloat and keep our heads away from choppy grounds
When waves come crashing hard
We float back up to the start
There is a fire
Will it burn me into dust?
Hang on the wire
Waiting for a gust Over and over
we cant reenact the better half
Closer, we hold on...