Sanoja: Armchair Martian. Monsters.

Whose arms are these
and who am i belonging to
should I (have) told you all these feelings that i've said
couldn't help but break the news

everyone falls, everyone falls apart
faithless seeing monsters, you and i
everyone falls apart
skeletons have filled your closet
in this invaded host
i might live through the windshield for a while
everyone falls
so why shouldn't i
everyone falls for monsters in time
in time, in time

i don't have the strength to talk to you
i don't have the strength to speak at all
and i'm dying here, hanging on this one last line

i should have told you all these feelings that i had
couldn't bear but break the news