Cigarette smoke
to suffocate the beckoning of my sorrows,
My frame is still shaken up
from the last time I survived myself
Protecting me still,
this aura I was born in,
proving it’s dexterity
emanates raw power like the Sun
Surrender into it.
Cigarette smoke
to suffocate the beckoning of my sorrows,
My frame is still shaken up
from the last time I survived myself
Protecting me still,
this aura I was born in,
proving it’s dexterity
emanates raw power like the Sun
Surrender into it.