Endmost - Silent Strike

Holes on my sweater and I don’t want it back

I knew it would be cold again

Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice

I carry them scattered

Another day, another track

I know you’re good, not looking back

Tales of the crazy are making you mad

We are the future, not looking back

Your face is reviving me

Modifies wildly

I woke up in your space, lovely you, no time for anxiety

You’re not doing it on purpose, but the way you are, a separate world

You came to me, you came to me

Holes on my sweater and I don’t want it back

I knew it would be cold again

Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice

I carry them scattered

Another day, another track

I know you’re good, not looking back

Tales of the crazy are making you mad

We are the future, not looking back

To keep a certain distance?

Though I’d wish for you to receive this

The mountain of my senses, under the moon

Our bodies levitating, everytime we interact

Who kisses like that?

Another day, another track

I know you’re good, not looking back

Tales of the crazy, are making you mad

We are the future, not looking back