[00:12.495]He walks in the room
[00:15.453]Air reaches me
[00:18.591]Skin becomes sheets covering me
[00:33.662]Fog carves a crack
[00:36.471]Cuts open wounds
[00:39.310]Veins made of steel feed all this cold
[01:46.006]Your words are heavy
[02:40.685]But they lack so much substance
[02:48.621]To fall is the cure for vertigo