Porcelain Hours (Pin-Up Went Down)

Every piece of This cold truth Knowing all From shit to shit Knowing nothing at all Fear of the light Fear of the lies The truth Around I'd rather be blind I'd rather seize that porcelain hours But I know Fear of the light as you're seeking deep Fear of the ground as you're loosing it Wake up wake up What you seek indeed Every piece of cold truth is a grave to remind Every piece of This cold truth Knowing all From shit to shit I'd rather be blind Never know nothing at all Fear of the light as you're seeking deep Fear of the ground as you're loosing it Wake up wake up What you seek indeed Is a grave to remind