"Itika" Dalszöveg

My eyes were blinded
Seeing what I could not believe in
Serpent wonder
Dragged me and pulled me under

Fictional expectations
Of one day, being under Itika

Slowly dying
Depriving me of arriving
In the deepened darkness
Resting til the dark veils unveil my eyes

Drowning, floating, falling, flying
Fall in love with thoughts of dying with my Itika

Join me now
Feel my decay
Itika take me away

In the mud, I rot so gracefully
Trying to be the corpse that you deserve

In the mud, rot so gracefully
Trying to be the corpse that you deserve
My Itika