Testo Aesthetics

Furnished in fur and afraid of your father

You've choked up the air, burned up the water

Your sin is yourself, a slave to your youth

Too caught up in deceit to come close to a truth
Infinitely infantile, but ultimately worth each and every while

Why do dreams dissipate upon waking, before we're able enough to intake them



Something is missing

Something is missing

Something is missing

Something is missing


Leave me, let me be, what's dead is free

Leave me, let me be, what's dead is free

We froze in frozen time



Furnished in fur and afraid of your father

You've choked up the air, burned up the water

Your sin is yourself, a slave to your youth

Too caught up in deceit to come close to a truth

Infinitely infantile, but ultimately worth each and every while

Why do dreams dissipate upon waking, before we're able enough to intake them



It all ends now

It all ends now