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
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
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
our 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
I bring fury and anger Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor Blood and sand we command and conquer Wasted land, Then expand the regions undiscovered by modern
fury and anger Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor Blood and sand we command and conquer Wasted land, Then expand the regions undiscovered by modern
bring fury and anger Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor Blood and sand we command and conquer Wasted land, Then expand the regions undiscovered by modern
