Текст песни Quiet Passenger, Part 2 / The World Caved In - Zao
In
the
attics
and
crawlspaces
of
my
mind,
there
are
stowaways
and
quiet
passengers.
They've
been
there
since
I
was
a
child,
whispering
softly
amongst
themselves.
I
wear
this
crown
of
hate.
Feel
the
blood
run
down
my
face.
I
know
all
your
pain.
Waiting
on
unforeseeable
events.
Puppeteering
from
beneath
my
skin.
Suffocating
invisible
boxes.
Pools
of
blood
up
to
their
knees.
I
wear
this
crown
of
hate.
Feel
the
blood
run
down
my
face.
I
know
all
your
pain.
My
crown
weighs
me
to
the
ground
while
the
medicine
keeps
me
calm,
keeps
me
calm.
Descendant
of
sickness,
descendant
of
hate.
Descendant
of
sickness,
descendant
of
hate.
The
world
caved
in
on
my
friend
today.
And
with
his
shaking
hands
he
closed
his
eyes
and
he
walked
away.
Without
a
reason
or
goodbye.
The
foundation
quakes.
The
rafters
shake.
Climbing
slow
into
the
sky.
He
removed
his
crown
before
he
drifted
down
and
fell
ever
so
asleep.
She
found
his
shell
in
the
morning.
Her
heart
leap
sad
and
fast.
He
is
here
yet
he
has
gone
away,
in
numb
silence
from
the
past.
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