"Napalm" lyrics

"Napalm"

(How do I get back
To never changing you?
How do we get back
What we set out to do?)

Bury me under this
It's a stable doom
50 strings carry me
To the smallest room
Napalm flies through these lungs
I will watch the flame
We collapsed
We stepped in all my traps
And forgot the aim

How do I get back
To never changing you?
How do we get back
What we set out to do?
Breaking through

Bury me under this
It's a stable doom
See me burn, self-concern
I will not resume
Dark veneer
What comfort brought you here?
Are you glad you came?
We collapsed
We stepped in all my traps
And forgot the aim

How do I get back
To never changing you?
How do we get back
What we set out to do?
Breaking through

How do I get back?
How do we get back?

How do I get back
To never changing you?
How do we get back
What we set out to do?

How do I get back
To never changing you?
How do we get back
What we set out to do?

How do I get back
To never changing you?
How do we get back
What we set out to do?

(These traces are islands
Dreaming in silence)


Writer(s): Adam Janzi, Martin Bruun Werner, Nicolai Mogensen, Asger Rostbaell Mygind
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