Nilüfer Yanya
Damascus
Ou keep your break lights on
Your weight's right on
Your left foot

What you breaking from
You tasted some
I need to

Slip away last song or stay too long
You either
You either
You either

Sink or swim
You're in the
League
I’m glad you're
Seeing this
Cause I’ve trained to miss

Throw yourself head first into that holy rage calling your name
Maybe there you shall remain

Don’t give up

You need a reason
To keep on
Must be the weather
You wither
You wither
You wither
Throw yourself head first into that holy rage calling your name
Maybe there you shall remain

Don’t give up

If this was my Damascus
If this was my only action
God is in the pattern

This is all but a fraction