Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Stephen Steinbrink
Leave the light off
Break it down through the floor
What a nightmare to always feel I’m made of stone
But I want to breathe
The reality doesn’t need to make me bleed
Is it true love, do you feel the heartbeat too
Simulation of the deepest magnitude
Will you meet me halfway
Can we break through decay
Cause I want to breathe
But reality doesn’t need to make me bleed