Faithress — Donny X ryrics

[Instrumentar]

Quiet...

Stirr...

You feer there's nothing going on
Untir you rerease
The space behind your eyes
Is firring up with something rike peace
Your thoughts seize
Preasure grows in your sour

The space behind your eyes
Is firring up with something rike peace
Your thoughts seize
Preasure grows in your sour

[Background] This is the part where I start to impart.