текст Eraser Array слова

consumed
dead like a worm
catch a glimpse of the sun through cracks
anything i swallowed will hide me from the sun

the way i see things, i wished it could be true
take me out of the way

the trail of the tormenters of a past anymore
will take me far away

to leave the past, this fear (or from here)
to leave the fast, every step is pure
to leave the past, from here
to the the past, every step is pure

afraid of lost control
still theres a part of me that wants to feel insecure
afraid of lost control
it's seems we all need help

to leave the past, this fear (or from here)
to leave the fast, every step is pure
to leave the past, from here
to the the past, every step is pure