She liked my drugs i liked her hair she's like a god cuz she don't care she had to watch her little brother die what a great disguise skies are falling
I don't think i'm alive dead footsteps another outcast screaming alone god help me give me what you want give me what you need i'll take it all stand
[Originally by The Saints] You say that you got the answers You heard them all on the telephone And now you're telling everybody A major coup in the
Dry the blood I'm done feeling the separation I'm sick of your dried blood this is self contreol stop this standard it never stops it's not gonna stop
All the years i placed blame put a crown on my head i spent days pointing out what my mind was reading no one will ever tell me why because we live the
Not enough not enough i will never be another dead love another vice show me what lies can teach me another reason for a rusted heart another reason
