into a sleep Your pulse grows weak This form we live in Is a fragile creation This euphoric sensation Is liquid separation A flashback occurs Right in front
Deep into The Blackest Matter Where No One Can Breathe Where G-Forces Rip Out Your Lungs And Your Brain Starts to Freeze Deprived of Vital Oxygen Your
翻訳: フロントラインアセンブル. 液体分離.
