Lyrics The 3rd and the Mortal

The 3rd and the Mortal

So Pure

So pure

Once again inhaling the poison

Aggressive

Turquoise

Powdery

Fluttering oxygen

This room

This irregular galaxy

This glassy stone

Falling from your skull

That's all

As if I was alive

An event

A journey

Uncompleted

But still fishing...

Your appearance could melt

So pure