If the weight of the world belongs on our shoulders, What happens when I fall apart?
Once again I am brought here to the point of exhaustion, Put in front of a blank canvas and forced to bleed.
This is not just a work of art. These are our memories, this is our history. We will not die without a mark. These are our memories, this is our history.
If the weight of the world belongs on our shoulders, What happens when we fall apart?
I gave it all, seems like it was never enough. Now watch me bleed out and cease to exist. I gave it all, seems like it was never enough. Honest art for the guilty ones.
Revealing weakness with words. Fighting rationality with a wounded heart.
This is not giving up. This is giving it all.
"Luke, what is Hell like?"
This is not just a work of art. These are our memories, this is our history. We will not die without a mark. These are our memories, this is our history.
This is our history, put in front of a blank canvas and forced to bleed.
I gave it all, seems like it was never enough. Now watch me bleed out and cease to exist. I gave it all, seems like it was never enough. Honest art for the guilty ones.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
