The mirror breaks All the little pieces falling shatter Shards of me too sharp to put back together Too small to matter but big enough to cut me I bleed, I bleed I breathe no more Love on my hands Blood on my lips This redemption is forced to resist Purpose of existence Making much sense Other examples of affection in unrest Beautiful irony of mismatched enemies Broken down words of apathy Restless tired eyes, so don't make me try Forcing respect from this sunken pride Sense of direction Front page murder rate Oblivious to common sense over dead subjects These disowned wings soar on flames Tradition of a father's wish falls in shame Never count your losses while adopting this bitter rage Rewritten story of past events Attaining breath within sickness Another reminder around your finger Lessons taught in lies Bringing a smart man's death Telling a truth to your face was a task of this self shame Trial, the last man standing Savior, to retain this soul from the noose Escape the judgement for this abuse Exposed, speech of a modest tone Scar, false actions of a simple habit Adapting to this bitter touch Extinction of a family name The present buries the past A half ass equation emphasizing failure from cold dead hands Nervous habit on the brink of haste How poetic are your contradicting ways Donor to these failures Simple way for you to overcome Ignored, overlooked Less and less The bitter end of all your fake regrets Jaded eyes of the deaf Crawling in my skin this taste for sin Small and self involved Looking down your throat Reuse of excuse, in so many words you lose Blind sided, face the facts, a thought for you King of the black hearts playing all the odds An apology, only swapping words Finally got some guts A non-sexual crush for all this tainted lust Loss of all regret, this idea to accept Do you ever stop listening to just yourself? Echo of mistakes that you would like to forget Unaware lips that drag things to the silent end Hanging yourself with words of a finaly phrase A burial of elegy within Silent motion for the insane This cold hall Confined black walls Dead subject for this dialect Get over the fact, no one cares after death Isolating this fear, seizing life again Despair and the gun it holds Tomorrow's broken promises of redemption As yesterday's apology unfolds Fighting words that stand alone Three strikes, leave this vengeance behind Leave the unforgiving outrage for the past Reaching for the dead sky Flight of the dragonfly Swallowing the butterfly Your last kiss good-byeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
