Žodžiai dainai: Cult Of Luna. Further.

Below the surface I swim
Holding my breath as I sink deeper
Watching the colors and the shapes
Searching for another way out
Clinging on to every last word
A shred of hope long since forgotten
All that is left is hate and regret
This world got the best of me

Further on. Closing in

Falling down. Giving in?

a?±o the beyond