This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride.
black blood dotting our warmth.
ending our contentment.
this place is a contorted altar.
I must seek strength from somwhere,
for I've reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times.
cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees.
hello autumn, I need not your companionship.
doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity.
revive me doctines!
await the day, when all our blood will wash away.
the world's balance I'm too familiar with;
selfishness outweighs genorosity
blindness produced by your own hands afront your face.
lips bleeding with guilt.
frightful little fiends.
if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?
lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
1 | Born To Lose |
2 | Hey John, What's Your Name? |
3 | HTML Rulez D00d |
4 | Danger Wildman |
5 | Mammoth |
6 | Dez Moines |
7 | Louder Than Thunder |
8 | First Sight |
9 | Assistant To The Regional Manager |
10 | Supernova |