the voices carry still across these dull great plains growing louder everyday sinking back to habits dying hard your arms are so familiar these wounds that time won't heal fester with hate so pick the scab and turn the page until the lion learns to write, the hunter will be glorified flip the switch and here I sit on the outside eight dollar haircut (fuck you) these words are my leash that I cannot untie dragging me into this night cover my ears, but still you call my name I will follow you (deeper into this night) dim the lights and tighten this noose I've lost myself in you I won't settle for anything less not one if us immuneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
