Here, from night 17 to 22 we were here
You, stretched out, untied from your cold decorations
You, stretched out, untied from your cold decorations
Me, in a rage that didn't seem like me
Night 50, I forced the blood and the faith
Night 50, I forced the blood and the faith
I want it open, so cut it open
Cut it open so you could see through it
And now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through
I believe
That the numbers are fighting off oblivion
And I already hate
The miserable night 53
Night 52, you seemed so intimidated
Hungry for the winds that just dispersed
Hungry for the winds that just dispersed
30, its perfect obscurity is your revenge
In the early morning, it's the horizon that tilts
In the early morning, it's the horizon that tilts
You want it open, so I cut it open
Cut it open for you to see through me
And now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through
I believe
That the numbers are fighting off oblivion
And I already hate
The miserable night 53