the mountains I have climbed help me enjoy the fall Oh the webs you weave We are caught in the fame the passion's dead the life you've lead has drown in your
will last until I rip it out, No, I won't need these gloves, Her bones are withered away, but your ghost will remain. You're the only one that wore your
expect take this scripture like a picture and wear it around your neck the sky it opens up don't get swallowed by the flames what's mine is yours and yours is
lock and load mercenaries I see the smoke from the hilltop they march one by one the battled starts adversaries we bathe in our blood the worst is
your vacant eyes I lost control your face is pale, your body's cold And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes I lost control your face is pale
ones that stood by my side, whoa And I was the one that fought all of your fights Go! (Hold your head, hold it up high) Whoa (Keep this close by your side) Whoa So hold your
By fire and trees Through the smoke a silhouette I can barely see There?s a man with an axe Standing in the rain Looked me straight in the eyes This is
future, My hearts on an auction, It goes out to the highest bid. I live to fast, and I know I will lose her, But there is an option, to die is to live
my enemies of the last five years, What's it like to die alone? How does it feel when tears freeze, When you cry? The blood in your veins is twenty
recollection nor the smell of your perfume, I took a piece of you the day I left the womb. Brother, put your needles down. The best thing for you is
what is going on? Honestly that never happened Lying is your favorite passion. Leave me, go where you belong Higher heels and lipstick napkins dying is your latest fashion
went away No recollection nor the smell of your perfume I took a piece of you the day I left the womb Brother, Put your needles down The best thing for you is
what is going on? Honestly that never happened Lying is your favorite passion. Leave me, go where you belong Higher heels and lipstick napkins Dying is your latest fashion
Russian roulette, Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, This blood on my hands is something I
and load mercenaries I see the smoke from the hilltop they march one by one the battled starts adversaries we bathe in our blood the worst is yet
, My hearts on an auction, It goes out to the highest bid. I live too fast, and I know I will lose her, But there is an option, to die is to live in