Letras:
Emarosa Emarosa

: Is this all a game? I hate that you see me this way. I am followed, I am lost. Where I go, I'll never know. Was it a mistake? Too many nights are

: The record is broken and these cheap words your hearing (We all know you've heard it all before) They keep our souls aligned, I wonder how she tastes

: No matter, how hard, you fucking try, these shots, they're never gonna take me, No matter, how hard, you fucking try, these shots, they're never gonna

: The fear sets in, of knowing how short our time is the shortness of stride, not a single excuse to prove that we were meant for this everything starts

: You loved it when my heart dropped, paused, stopped, and walked away full of content that it went your way these cuts that i've caused are never to

: Where to now? drifting his body cutting you down and i cant pretend his eyes don't burn, no in your skin now all i see is the filth in the hands of

: Out of place, put him down, hes all strung out don't hold your breath for too long, this moments fading out now our souls have caught on fire well

: It feels so pointless is anyone there? Where is your faith that keeps you moving? Who decides how far we go Who walks behind us in case we trip over

: We'll base these lies on this one night for you. And out of the mold we?ll rise Out of the mold Take back what I own And for you I?m alive. This household