Twenty & Dry
Circuit des Yeux
Your heart is beating like an empty drum
Your carpet's soiled, your robe undone
And you know these stains [?]
Your future is written while the past is gone
I have no memory of how I got here
I have no memory of how I got here
(how I got here)
Your darkest hour has finally arrived
Your mind has gone, what a shameful way to die
I have no memory of how I got here
