Besedila: 36 Crazyfists. Collisions And Castaways. The Deserter.

Take deeps breaths in and gather the night
A hole that's hardly summed up by taking away
Time unlocks the stall
When there's nothing left to lose, nothing can be lost

I don't know if anything has changed
But the hope of that changes everything
Hope builds change

Isn't the place of the plagues that surround me
And my open graves

But it's the fate of the haze that put darkness in my way, I escape
I escape darkness in my own way

Fatal has become the solid fight
Unending endings that loom into my darkest
Light unlocks my falls
When there's nothing left to lose, nothing can be lost.