While rabid windmills harvest stray souls
I wanna disappear
Cut off and let not fear come to me and keep me held
Forever in my head
I wanna fly instead
Be immortal for split second
While you tailspin into hell
Depiction that can sell
Primal spring
I had that mind
But will yours fantasize
When you learn there's no surprise
My eyes grew tired from only watching the days go by, the days go by
My eyes grew tired from only watching the days go by, the days go by
My eyes grew tired from only watching the days go by, the days go by