Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this
Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads or mourn a murdered friend who will never walk a mile in
: Love and life travel to the ground Don't you feel a little better now Now I'm tired and a little scared a little under prepared But we're already there
: Just look close and you will see Now it's all a novelty Simple bands call for simple plans And there's no more originality So process, process and
: The lack of sense it makes To me to know the truth and still believe Closing minds is where it breeds To bleed and bleed the enemy The wars we choose
: Awake in silence I know it's far too soon to say goodbye But I will not worry now No one could tear you down Inside myself I found That you're the
: I gotta patch and wire through Just to get inside of you Now I'm reaching back and holding on to what was Was never there Then trust without thinking
: I don't need complacency now, it's such a bore Waiting not living, regrets they keep building Itching and clawing at my front door Life, breathing
: Silence lives in the aching of my bones A solemn friend but he's not alone I got no time to listen to you Running is over, running is dead I just wanted
: Overtaken from each side Temptation I can't deny Whispering in sweet demise is my two wives One says love and turn a cheek One says kill them while
: Adrift, now here I am, in blank submission Now I can't find a direction Trust, a failed attempt to a connection A broken heart my affliction I bled
: Break, well I leave it up to you Break, It's death and my sweet tooth We're in the back of the line Nobody cares They think we're all outta time Well
: She wore her wedding dress to the funeral She said the dead don't rest for the beautiful As she pulled her groom out from the ground She gives him
: The mark of my pen, where should I begin Well I am the ink and the ink is running thin There's a weight on my chest, not atop but within Begging me
: Todo nuestro amor habia empezado En una noche de verano Que nos conocimos tu y yo. Tu pasaste y todo me robaste, Todo el amor que yo tenia Dentro
: Another year I've wasted, Were those really our steps that brought us here? That held you near? Through fantasy each of our games wonder through life
