you hold sacred Every memory that I hold Were all just scars in the making And all the things we can't let go Were all just scars in the making, scars
mind and erase you Since you're gone, all is wrong Nothing seems the same down here If you're gone and I'm alone Who's heart will I scar down dear?
Översättning: Bränsle. Ärr i vardande.
Översättning: Bränsle. Scar.
trail off to nothing The scars ^ The Marks ^ The lines ^ Are Mine My Scars ^ Reflect ^ The course ^ Of time The scars ^ I'm you ^ and yours ^ And more My scars
What you hold sacred Every memory that I hold Were all just scars in the making And all the things we can't let go Were all just scars in the making, scars
my mind and erase you Since you're gone All is wrong Nothing seems the same down here If you're gone And i'm alone Who's heart will i scar down dear?
my mind and erase you Since you're gone All is wrong Nothing seems the same down here If you're gone And i'm alone Who's heart will i scar down dear
known to me The stars thirst for darkness The Aphelion Deserts This, the foremost surge where catharsis thrives Hatred fuels the fires unforgiving While
Language unsuitable tension n' onic Coastal Chronic track got Moka on it Independent with a different perspective Select effective next on exit The young and the restless fool fuel
a polite psycho It's a full out cycle of a trifle life Cops can suck my cock if they don't like us I hang around prospects, strikers, bikers Cruel in a duel, a bull fueled
than the last A President's madness, responsible for losses Political forces, land littered with corpses Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred
tendencies for conversations that raise bars You are a sage who is fueled by compassion comes to Nooks and crannies as balm for all scars You make the
see through the smoke we breathe It's loud I can't hear the songs we play Play fast everything keeps going slow Taken down to size I'm feeling Feel the scars
of your world This piss stained mortuary hole Just look around We are the sheep left shepherd-less True and perverse We are the teeming maggots We are the collective scar
a match to your heart Fueling it with bitterness and doubt That's the place that once it starts No amount of tears can put out I know you're scared,
set a match to your heart Fueling it with bitterness and doubt That's a blaze that, once it starts, No amount of tears can put out I know you're scared
