The Tower - Pure Bathing Culture

Over mellow month come through

Over temple turns blue too

Diaries turning i feel them too

Tell him all those i drew

Ohhhhhhh

So many faces i can’t see

There are going things i can’t believe

But you stated of darkest magic

Its breakfast changing

Oh less for madness

In these lies and in the pains

When the stars become your truth whooooo

So many faces i can’t see

There are going things i can’t believe

I hear the tongues talk

Don’t tell me that i am alone

But deeply stated of darkest magic

Its breakfast changing

Oh less for madness

But if you stayed the darkest magic

Its breakfast changing

Oh less for madness

I hear the towns talk

Don’t tell me i am alone

I hear the towns talk

Don’t tell me i am alone

Alone

Alone alone