Quadrament

come inside, outside myself
Needle and thread, stitch me together
Woven butterflies make up my wings
Thoughtless thoughts are running this world

You're my deep addiction and it's flowing
You're a soul obsession and it's flowing
So why ask, Is it flowing?
Will it, is it flowing?
Will it, will it flow?

You make me sick when I swallow this guilt
Fingertips corrode my dry skin
I turn black everyday
Back to white when she's away

You're my deep addiction and it's flowing
You're a soul obsession and it's flowing
So why ask, Is it flowing?
Will it, is it flowing?
Will it, will it flow?

Rest in peace, the feeling of demise
Rest in peace...

You're my deep addiction and it's flowing
You're a soul obsession and it's flowing
So why ask, Is it flowing?
Will it, is it flowing?
Will it, will it flow?