The Plethora Project

Will the thunder break the sky
When no gods are there at all?
I’ve got fever in my hands again.

Staring at your brand new moves
I wrote symbols over words
Sailing through my hands away.

It burns deep inside,
what you’re expecting me to do
My soul burns away.

Don’t turn your steps to me
You’re walking in circles,
You will be back to the starting line once more.

It burns deep inside
what do you expecting me to do
My soul burns away.