make it stronger, = to get my fill, concentrate it 'til it kills, how can I make it lethal? = That's all I can feel, distill it 'til it kills. Embodiment
= undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the door? Can I keep my fingers = away from a sore? Does your undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the =
to find when each home looks = just the same, but I can hear the anthem playing, that sound will drive = me further away. I won't buy into it, this
it, I'm easy to follow, you're easy to spot, I bet = I can shake you off, but I gotta want it. What good are the times that I = catch you alone? It took
fragments, target window stained = with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a = brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new
look at things all wrong. = I'd say she was a man's girls, translucent with a bit of shine, I'd say = she's a bad idea, conditions as it deadens your
imagining, but now it's screaming... inside my = head. Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Ignorance personified. Can you = hear it? Can you hear it? You
Almost to the point where in the past I've given up, but this time = something keeps on telling me I've got to go on, so now I will try to = get the lead
In no condition for your retribution are we rehearsing? The pain = dispersing, verdict repeated, no words needed, have I been mislead? = Alone apprehended
weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through = our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much = lighter level. Spit it up and hand it
If I'd fit in the windowsill I'd plant myself in your direction, I would = use the sun's energy to make this place destination. How dare I hate = this
Traduction: Tilt. 'Til il tue.
the atlas Well they can paint it up Make it appear to go somewhere Well they can paint it up But I know where it doesn't lead
gods Does your undying devotion Only last 'til I'm out the door? Can I keep my fingers Away from a sore? Does your undying devotion Only last 'til I'
by the water Whatever happened to our walls on the pier? I cry myself alone All the way down to the end I drink my bottle dry And I heave it across
I want it I'm easy to follow You're easy to spot I bet I can shake you off But I gotta wanna do it What good are the times That I catch you alone? It
You can hear the sound Of each little town 'Cause they all sing Every mile a town pops Up full of pride for This country And now a shroud appears On
of fragments Target window stained With time's advancement I'll hold that note so high Or tie it to a brick And let it fly You put up a brand new Sheet
