Erra — Crimson lyrics

Lyrics

It’s as if I’ve fallen with the fall. Like leaves from trees, standing short
and tall.
My lungs are frozen from the winter air. A stale cold and respiratory flare.
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer.
It’s as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under.
A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage.
It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage.
We constantly collide with the troposphere. We cut straight through like Roman
spear.
Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin. Promised to forget because it never
happened.
It’s as if I’ve fallen with the fall. Like leaves from trees, standing short
and tall.
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer.
It’s as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under.
Stimulating consequences rest on my conscience. This addiction to the things we do is neither conventional or acknowledged.
An echo of existence. Subsist in our commencement. Limitations have escaped us,
contrary to accepted thesis.
A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage.
It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage.
We constantly collide with the troposphere. We cut straight through like Roman
spear.
Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin. Promised to forget because it never
happened.
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer.
It’s as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under.
An echo of existence. Subsist in our commencement. Limitations have escaped us,
contrary to accepted thesis. An echo of existence. Limitations have escaped us.
An echo of existence.