Octane Twisted
We go following sorrow to feel yourBlood spilling out of the reeds thereGive me a sign I can breathe airBlood flowing out of the stream there
(give me something new please,Something I can love)
We go following sorrow to feel yourBlood spilling out of the reeds thereGive me a sign I can breathe airBlood flowing out of the stream there
(give me something new please,Something I can love)