E.S.P. Songtext

von Nim Vind

Start to lose myself between
The lines that blurred the past and future
No tense
No time
Dissolved disaster in the prime and grime

Years the steer and peer into
Paradigms of rhyme and suitor
Cannot demonstrate on fate
Cannot restrain the rain of embers

I'm calling, calling your name
I'm calling... You.

In a dream in my reality
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me
When I bleed cold, quiet anxiety
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me
In a dream in my reality
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me
I can't believe these eyes inside of me
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me now

In a quiet moment hear
The sound of footstepped floor thats leaking
Vreaks and cracks crawl up my back
And jam and heal the voice that'a apeaking
Breaking ground on breaking down
The last remaining peace that keeps me going now
On the edge and on the ledge
Of the whirling maelstrom spiraling down

I'm calling, calling your name
I'm calling... You.

In a dream in my reality
It; s your telepathy
It's calling out to me
When I bleed cold, quiet anxiety
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me
In a dream in my reality
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me
I can't believe these eyes inside of me
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me now

Whoa oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

In a dream in my reality
It's your telepathy
It's calling out to me
When I bleed cold, quiet anxiety
It's your telepathy
It's calling out to me
In a dream in my reality
It's your telepathy
It's calling out to me
I can't believe these eyes inside of me
I'ts your telepathy
It's calling out to me now

It's calling out to me now

Whoa...