Երգի խոսքեր
[Ներածություն] Cold metal breathing in the vacant room Small gears counting out a borrowed pulse Fragments fall in patterns no one knows A signal wakes beneath the frozen dust [Build] Pressure climbs through silver seams The floor begins to bend Every fault becomes a spark Every spark becomes the end [Drop] [Բրեյքդաուն] [Drop] [Ելք]
