Quadrament Lyrics

I come inside, outside myself

Needle and thread, stitch me together

Woven butterflies make up my wings

Thoughtless thoughts are running this world



You're my deep addiction and it's flowing

You're a soul obsession and it's flowing

So why ask, Is it flowing?

Will it, is it flowing?

Will it, will it flow?



You make me sick when I swallow this guilt

Fingertips corrode my dry skin

I turn black everyday

Back to white when she's away



You're my deep addiction and it's flowing

You're a soul obsession and it's flowing

So why ask, Is it flowing?

Will it, is it flowing?

Will it, will it flow?



Rest in peace, the feeling of demise

Rest in peace...



You're my deep addiction and it's flowing

You're a soul obsession and it's flowing

So why ask, Is it flowing?

Will it, is it flowing?

Will it, will it flow?