's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds Love is insane and Baby We are too It's our hearts little grave And the salt in our wounds
There's a tear in my heart where the blood ran out There's a tear in my heart where the love ran out. I thought we worked, pushed toward the same ends
Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift They pursue us to the deep end and then depart Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain For only patterns
Who drew first, when they're gone, still working on perfect nothing to do, except run your mouth, hold that tongue before it's ripped from your throat
I can believe what it's come down too, controlling every resource makes us stronger far more superior to. Corrupt governments challenge it's youth refrain
With death in my hands I'll clean myself of all this filth scratching out the stains of a lying tongue that spoke, as chords from the string I'll pull
Let's pretend that in the end we wouldn't have fallen down. Instead we'll stand on our feet again, let's pretend. The day that the starving man never
I've left this room. As the smoke clears, it seems so have you. But you will always be near. And when I return into your arms, I will run. I've be gone
Recycled smoke, awkward moments make reflections that destroy our own. Thanks for the best times of my life this is how I express myself. Creating the
You're posion, and I'm taking you in. With every breath I'm dying. I'm dead. And I hope it does. Because it took away two years. And possibly the rest
Am I just some kid that you went to high school with? Or am I the love of your life? Pour some hot sauce on me baby. Because I could go all night. Do
Just like paint, this is the human way, thou's death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled. Purely blood and excrement, this is unholy, the holy war
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You know what I hate? When I'm awake and dreaming. Pry this wish from my cold dead hands. My lifeless body will point you in the right direction. As
Tell me its not true, oh God. These things I have done to you, oh God. Tell me its not true, oh God. These things I have done to you... Oh! Be still
This is the end, for forcefully violated reminders of you, condemned to serve you. We have given up, thankful and untrue cheers to what we've been through
The coldest winter months. You will keep me warm. This will run through. Until forever as I have kept. All those nights. I have wept. I'm drowning in
turning back What you did to me I`ll do to them A suicide or a life in pain Lost all dignity Self inflicted pain Salt in your wounds Let`s pour some salt in your wounds