Текст песни Rocket - Beacon Bloom

Inhale
The room turns red
Flashes
Burst into my head

Like the debris from a rocket
Like the visions of a prophet
Like a paranoia free

Lightning
In the ceiling above
Flashes
Bursting over my head

Like the debris from a rocket
Like the visions of a prophet
Like a paranoia free
How long til I break

Quiet
In the dark street below
Flashes
Fade into the glow

Like the debris from a rocket
Like the visions of a prophet
Like a paranoia free