Medieval Times - Color is the Suffering of Light

I didn't mean to say I meant it
When it's 3 am again
The universe would never drag me down

I followed every instance
Of the same repetitive shit
And I wonder if your lips
Would speak again

I've been drown into the ashes
Of this broken record sound
I know that there is somewhere beneath us
This broken record sound
I know there is somewhere beneath us
Somewhеre beneath