Mara Magyarosi:
It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice
Mara Magyarosi:
The collision is such an ugly sound
Mara Magyarosi:
And I'll ask for the sea
Mara Magyarosi:
You'd be damned to be one of us, girl
Mara Magyarosi:
To the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Mara Magyarosi:
But I need your hands on me now