Crimson

It's as if I've fallen with the fall
 Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall
 My lungs are frozen from the winter air
 A stale cold and respiratory flare
 Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer
 It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under
 A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage
 It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage
 We constantly collide with the troposphere
 We cut straight through like Roman spear
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 Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin
 Promised to forget because it never happened
 It's as if I've fallen with the fall
 Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall
 Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer
 It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under
 Stimulating consequences rest on my conscience
 This addiction to the things we do is neither conventional or acknowledged
 An echo of existence
 Subsist in our commencement
 Limitations have escaped us
 Contrary to accepted thesis
 A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage
 It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage
 We constantly collide with the troposphere
 We cut straight through like a Roman spear
 ♪
 Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin
 Promised to forget because it never happened
 ♪
 Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer
 It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under
 An echo of existence
 Subsist in our commencement
 Limitations have escaped us
 Contrary to accepted thesis
 An echo of existence
 Limitations have escaped us
 An echo of existence