Mysterio Lyrics

Move in time

Balance the last trembles of days

Here in time

Instantaneous bakes of clays

Plowed to root and shoot

To promise

To feel

To spore

Come chains

Burn a chunk along my ills

The end seems like the spinning lathe

We born goodbye and sit in silence now

Even in those of iron

The swell

The drip

With burn

From the edge

From the crowd

From the fathom

From the shame

And the nights were young when the sweeter left

And the hurt has taken me

Did you say you won't

Would you say you moved to the sweeter kind of scene

When the dagger is gone and I cannot know

And I cannot want to be

For the light was known

And the sweeter left and it cannot stay for me

To watch the stars in stereo

To reach the stars mysterio