- cifra
Dress the part, it's storytelling time
Sharpen your knives
Watering mouths
Clean your plates for some tender I
Tell me, how the story ends now?
Come home, come see our place
Our labyrinth, you keep pace
We push the boundaries
So the rules are bent
So it's give and take
Come wallow in my sorrow
Breathe your air into my lungs
What hides in my shadow?
My worst fear is real life
Tell me, how the story ends now?
