Тета-Сон: Между Явью и Сном Ultra Slowed

I don't love me when I'm done. I say the tongue, And ditch a son. I don't do this when I hurt, But days are seen to Grow, And I don't belong. I don't believe I know this game. I don't believe the words I say. Sometimes I call, The room is changed. I don't know The will to stage. I don't break the side my chest. I don't break a false to rest. I don't believe myself. I don't Believe the shelf I seek To. Bit by bit, The smallest love. I see it all, I try to run. But the Story turns, and someone's Gone. I know this truth, I know this wrong. I build the walls and build the Song. I keep the feeling in my Sleep, And then still want my peace. I know this, I know this ache. I know there's things that change to Pain. I see something small I Catch to save. It don't love Me