Debris - The Gathering

Darling, baby

Don’t say maybe

Disobey me, I’ll be Like a bad penny

I twist the truth

I love your youth

You’re losing grip

Take a trip, you,

You’re going down

Going down

You’re going down

Like fallen angels

I will mesmerise

You will paralyse

Framed in your game

Slowly fading

No one knowing

We are through

Count your blessings

Count to eighteen

Souls to perish

For a few stolen dreams only

As we’ve walked down the alley

On the misty afternoon

No one looked back nor forward

The city walls felt distant

Never at our reach

We’re sentenced to your world

You’re going down

You’re going down

With me You’re going down with me I will mesmerise

You will paralyse

Like fallen angels