24:59 - The Salt Still Burns My Eyes (feat. The Cyclic Fall)

The night is big, so I must burst to the surface, must.
In the brightest sky that lives, I regain the.
Take your frightful words; these burnt lips ration are eternal in my bone.
Consider us above; a strange nearcome,
We gaze to find a swarm to be the.
Bottle in my own dark star.
To lose the lord,
I finally put my doubt to mirror my suffering,
Dust by the ground.