Paroles: Biffy Clyro. Blackened Sky. Kill the Old, Torture Their Young.

this will kill

open your head, turn your back away from me

sensations, collapse under broken hearts
when times ?up?, just when you fall asleep
but knife the heart, to lose my way
listen hard!, that's just what i thought today

but knife the heart, to lose my way
em, not quite sure..., that's just what i thought today


where now? i'll get back, i'll get back
where now? i'll get back, i'll get back
where now? i'll get back, i'll get back something's wrong with light?
where now? i'll get back, i'll get back something's wrong with light?

random screaming