Letras:
Subtle

: The dark crow man sits and stares into the oblivion into cold into nothingness; it's snowing in his mind. He's created himself in his own image. Lust

empty skies because our hearts hold room for no one else. We extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we have lost, casualties of a subtle

: Subtle manipulation, it all comes down to accommodation Integrity of belief, integrity of behaviour You reckon they are your saviour? A generation

Subtle manipulation, it all comes down to accommodation Integrity of belief, integrity of behaviour You reckon they are your saviour? A generation of

only stop to live One moment at a time You would I think, be startled by The things that you would find Like scents you never noticed And many subtle

felt so many times Saying I'm gonna change No subtle men Came to my town No subtle men No lifelong friend Lives in my town No subtle men Begging for

arithmeticness, light it up, light it up I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands Come back with slickness and do it all again My subtle

Volatile incarnation in tangible Ghostly shades aerate In the air, penetrates Transparent fleshless beings cast in tangible Mortal eye horrified by this

The dark crow man sits and stares Into the oblivion, into cold, into nothingness It's snowing in his mind He's created himself in his own image Lust