Instrumental
Come on Balthazaa
I refuse to let you die
Come on fallen
I'll be your water, bathing you clean
The liquid piece
I'll be
Beauty lies inside the eye
Of another youthful dream
That doesn't sell
It's that disease of the age
It's that disease that we
Walk away to save your face
You never were a genius
Walk
The sea's evaporated
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're
[Incomprehensible] it seems we're here
I miss you something rotten
The stinks