The Stage Lyrics by The Sight of Impact
Dead center of a space invited
A chilling feeling so un-pure
Music Lyrics Source
Dead center of a space invited
A chilling feeling so un-pure
You wear a mask made of 24 Karat
And I can see through your fabricated frame of mind
Breaking my shell now I’m gasping for my last breath
Iʼm breaking for my last breath
(The first verse) :
Sometimes a building must come