This is a celebration of the ones who lost their chance to die. Will you believe the masses or will you overcome? We are the sons of the fallen nation. We hold the keys to our demise. And grace will kiss your head as you fall asleep. I'm so tired of always letting you down Still you offer to turn it around I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground Still you offer to turn it around This is your one distraction ,weakening your ability to grow So you'll push yourself further away. Eyes of zeros, of nothing. Still you throw it all away And you'll push yourself further and further away I'm so sick of the desire To throw it away And I feel so expired So I'll bury my head and dissolve I'm so tired of always letting you down Still you offer to turn it around I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground Still you offer to turn it around Sever the head of a snake Lie there and wait for distraction Sever the head of a snake Lie there and wait for the pain to sink in I'm so tired of always letting you down Still you offer to turn it around I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground Still you offer to turn it around Sever the head of a snake Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
