We made history but we'll never make your books. forever overlooked misunderstood as the puzzle pieces that never seemed to fit the mold. in post
This heart has been chipped by war and politics this heart has been chipped by lack of sustained friendships this heart has been chipped by women
It's show don't tell why against all the wasted nights the radio spared us the conversation as we carried the bags beneath our eyes. those days only
lonely streets. they say to me, "what do you know about the weight of defeat? or how hard it is to hold your head up high when all you loved is all
So now we pray for better years and calmer rains. If not for pain, then please explain why we celebrate the guilt we give to our names
hostage on hospital beds one second is all it takes to lose it all in so many ways for now i'll ignore my pains because we grow up to forget to
We pass through these lives where there's always room to scrutinize the ways we were brought up. beat down and fucking washed up. for a single moment
lonely streets. they say to me, "what do you know about the weight of defeat? or how hard it is to hold your head up high when all you loved is
There's a war going on outside our windows and the casualty count has reached its peak. it's living dead vs. living dead manufactured, born and bred.
's all the fucking same. so this will be the last time heaven calls my name. behind every mind are places saints don't go. behind every mind is fury
Here come the wolves hunting for drifting black sheep. "if you don't kill tonight, i promise none of you will eat." hunger hurts and hunger claws at their
necks. i know you've killed for less. this time we've finally found the voice you ripped away as quickly as you gave it up. they'll have to read
A dreamer's disease is inspiration that doesn't come free, that's always so far out of reach. where the cures that i breathe get the best of you but the
Open it up, open it up, open it living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it just living for the trade Open it up, open it up, open it living
Traduction: Balls of Fury Soundtrack. Abattage - Up All Night.
Up The Corpses (Once Again), Corpses (Corpses) Once Again. Corpses. Digging. Up The Corpses. Once Again. Digging Digging Digging Digging Up The Up The Up
't you make me lie to you, blame it on them like I always do, Like I do Pay up, yeah, I'd love to Pay-up, I'd love to [x8]
