cold and withered away) You say that there's no answers and I, (I never thought, I would never expect for this to turn out this way, down below) I was a
song I was a ghost, I was there at the scene As the embers rise my hands smelled like gasoline So, the headlights murdered my thoughts I curse this taste that's on
Tradução: Escape The Fate. Cuando salgo, quiero salir en un carro de fuego.