Letra de Non Monumental

Wince at thoughts of these half cocked expressions
As these are the sums of our years of warily waking
Tried and true is the waste in investments
Our eyes need to feed but our head see's a difference
Turning aside the surface is pensive
All these fillers and fray are consuming
As far removed as we are there's still distance
Trying to reach or call out is endless
Turning aside the surface is pensive
All these fillers and fray are consuming
As far removed as we are there's still distance
Trying to reach or call out is endless
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
We're ruined from this
As we are