Stop, now
Dive from the moon
And crush the ground
Eyes, shut
They're vacuum-sealed
Just like your lungs
And climb my veins if it makes you strong
But I'm tired of eating these mountain rocks
And kill my senses now I don't mind
Cause if you want death, darling, death you'll find
And I've been numb
And I've been lost
And I've been swimming underwater with the sharks
I sold my heart
To heal my soul
And all that I got in exchange
Was broken bones
And now I'm dying
Senses was written by Birthh.
Senses was produced by Birthh & Lorenzo Caperchi & Lorenzo Borgatti.