Se alguém causa ainda pena a tua chaga
Apedreja essa mão vil que te afaga
Escarra nessa boca que te beija
Sitting in my car
Stopped on a countryside road
Where the darkness prevails
Trying to make sense of flooded doubts
Screaming my lungs out
There's so much that's better not to know
What you took for granted, destroyed by close ones
Did Moloch think that was his place by right?
‘Cause Two and two always makes up five
I just want to be sublime
I just want to be sublime
Let my body float through the void of space
Live for you all and be forgotten
And be forgotten
I just want to be sublime
I don't want to be sublime
Sublime
Sublime
Sublime
Sublime
