Текст песни Ikon - Fine Line
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Absence is my religionForay my words do speakTorn from my own incisionThis day forever bleakI stand in my own pityI crawl upon it`s faceI feel I am a victimFor madness I can tasteSometimes I think of meSometimes I think of youBut most of all I knowWhat more now can I doIt all must pass to reasonIt all will fall from graceAnd now in my obsessionIt leads to such a wasteConfronting my horizonIt leads me cold and frayTo touch will end in treasonFor this I cannot paySometimes I think of meSometimes I think of youBut most of all I knowWhat more now can I doIt all must pass to reasonIt all will fall from graceBut now in my obsessionIt leads to such a waste