Damage Division - Stolas

Against the grain, distinguishing the change that you aspire

Accumulate sickened phrases toxic taste

Clustered cells becoming nauseous to the fumes

I can’t relate, I never want, I never would

It stays with me my chest feels intoxicated

I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel

Where’d you run?

Shackles bound you on the ground

Let them go, get rid of phrasing toxic tastes

Clustered cells becoming nauseous to the fumes

I can’t relate, I never would

It stays with me, my chest feels intoxicated

I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel numb

But you’re afraid, intimidated

By words they say, that you’re afraid, afraid

It stays with me

The coldest ice burning through my lungs

As I chastise the will I need to strive

It stays with me

Barrier from what I believe

A scolding flame freezing thorax plates

Shattering forming internal waves

It stays with me my chest feels intoxicated

I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel