Besedila: Psi Com. Xiola.

Xiola!
Follows the colors in my arm
She stays calm
Xiola!
Hits me as she braids my brain
With acid rain
But wouldn't you know
You can never go backwards again, no

Doomed are the maudlin
To know how it feels
Having felt that way too
Doomed are the maudlin
To know what she needs
I needed it, too

Xiola!
Pure are the lips that seal the abyss
She is bottomless
Xiola!
Most turn, yet I command
This'll be the end

But wouldn't you know
You can never go backwards again, no

Doomed are the maudlin
To know how it feels
Having felt that way too
Doomed are the maudlin
To know what she needs
I needed it, too

Xiola...
Xiola...
Xiola...
Xiola...
Xiola...