Tagedieb Testo

Tear up, tear up little light,
Run out to the chestnut.
Tear up, tear up your eyes,
Blow out into sonic, oh
They have what you wouldn't need,
Your soul
Longing for blooms of your seed.

Tear up, tear up little ghost,
Run out of calm thoughts and Tear up when your self's the most,
Run out when you feel so lost.
They have what you wouldn't need,
Your soul
Longing for blooms of your seed.
Dim crown on clarity's head,
Deep down you lost your eyes on the track.

Get your things and go
To the point of no return.
Get your things and go
Till your eyes and feet burn.
You haven't had much
Of your life till this day,
You never held much
From all that they say.

Tear up, tear up, little sigh,
Fly up to the attic.
Tear up, tear up the lie, Run out when you feel so lost.
They have what you wouldn't need,
Your soul
Longing for blooms of your seed.
Dim crown on clarity's head,
Deep down you lost your eyes on the track.

You chose to be the queen of laughter,
But you inherit worlds of tears.
All white buckeyes you had left
Are carried away like your peers.
And your mind like the window,
Let your eyelids be the door,
You just close 'em and shush, oh,
Cut it off for evermore.
Now you're dropping off the high chair
Throwing dirt on the lies,
Losing gravity in thin air
With pennies on your eyes, oh!

Get your things and go
To the point of no return.
Get your things and go
Till your eyes and feet burn.
You haven't had much
Of your life till this day,
You never held much
From all that they say.
Get your things and go…
Get your things and go…
Haven't had much…
Haven't had much…