Swallow - KRONOLOGI version

I think I can walk by myself
But you're right behind
The hairs on my back on end
Like you're in my mind
That's my name on the box and I know
There's a price on my head if I don't
Gotta bury the thought and swallow once more

Leaning on a friend
For the hunt and flight
They will laugh and laugh again
Nothing heals with time
That's my name on the box, I thought so
In your corner facing the wall
Gotta swallow the thought and be done once more

A life of disbelief does not make us dance
I built a society with beautiful prospects
A life of disbelief does not make us dance
I built a society with beautiful prospects

A life of disbelief does not make us dance
I built a society with beautiful prospects

Fleeing from myself
Armed with one blunt knife
Drag me back to the woods again
In the freezing night

A life of disbelief does not make us dance
I built a society with beautiful prospects

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