A City Sorrow Built - Motion#3 | Текст песни

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• A City Sorrow Built
• Motion#3

Hope escapes from the very mouth that consumes
Needless to say pain relapses in cycles

"There might be no point to this."

The pain inflicted; the time lost
Deep wounds; cuts that bear to her very bones

"There must be no point to this."

"Does it not pain you to know that our frail lips will never meet?", she muttered in the memory of the love now lost.

Unwavering in the wind. Unforgiving.