Paroles: Twelve Tribes. Librium.

Sell all your dying words that keep me here
That keep me running
Sell all your dying thoughts
Run with your eyes closed

Trailing my new kill
I scrape away the tracks that marked me
The dirt tells a story but never leaves the names

The were all born godless and vile

Trailing my new kill
I scrape away the tracks that marked me
You saw the stains from the blood on my teeth
And I believe your killing me is for the best
Because this love eats the love from my chest

I keep all you said inside of me in spite of all you?ve torn apart
And all that it takes to stop repeating is to let go and keep running