By popular demand you fall to waste again.
Brought to the execution by a friend.
The guilt is wearing down the defense, and gearing up your same old reasons.
Allowing you to relive the same old day.
I can see the pain living inside you.
I can see the change standing beside you.
Lean on me this time.
Somehow you slip behind and go on your way.
Somewhere inside you'll find a place to make this stay.
For now it's wearing down the defense, deconstructing every pretense.
Crawling up your spine and watching you decay.
[Chorus]
1 | Pieces |
2 | Follow The Sun Down |
3 | Brother |
4 | Evergreen |
5 | Free |
6 | Fill Me Again |
7 | Fiend |
8 | Heal In Time |