Låttexter:
Och Du Vet Oss By The Trail Of Dead Source Tags And Codes

I burn the page Far from my reach Am I afraid? Images are blurred Around my throat You came so close To stopping me Alive in jail, alive and

comes The only crime in this violent place Where loves disgraceful With lies two faced And wasted lives Crimes committed with sharpened knives Of those who are forced And

and have my leis And it was there that I came Rises up against the sky-line You were fair and fey as a sun that evil day We were bold and life was

Hard to imagine, so hard to perceive To find an expression for what it all means Panic and struggle, death and decay It's coming together in relative

you a perfect place? That some of us will never see The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face? A field of lives to sow and reap Why is it I don't

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passions erupt And end abrupt Is a crime With no great gestures cry Its eyes, with no great evils shine Here among all the vicious beasts With their blood lust feast Ordained by

up And put your feet to the floor Wake your mind up And push your body to the door And step off on to the porch And into the street And the night will

my heart in my hands again And this is where it began Shot through a shattered lens And there is virtue in lonliness In vacant lots and florescent malls