The ones that carry never back down. I want to be the bullet that brings you to your knees. You ran,I'm still swinging. Feel your insides as they grow
see of our defeat But we still live on, we live on Years may pass, but the story will be told Of Mother Maylene, and us, her Sons of Disaster
Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show With track marks, painting such a pretty blue Last one in line for the healing of woes I can see the faces
Here we go again. I believe you, but I've always been one to take advantage of. If the blinders were just gone would you then feel Jesus. You've seen
Not many run-ins with the blade. Just always missing the worst but it always comes. Praying to a savior you never loved. They said you made it. A few
Too long and too little Tell me when you gonna bring it on Small fights and big stages Never terrified enough to run It's here and I can hear it I can
Distant from faces hollow and uncomfortable. I haven't been up or down in so long, but believe me. Depression just takes too much and I'm far to drained
Always knew the pyro would come out in you It just took some patience Then again I'm always right You'd think you were dying so you drift it passes time
Another recovering dependent lost on your shift, the reasons still remain blank. These pages I hoped to never write. Another ordinary panic day involved
Oh Death, has my time come? You took my kind, left me behind, please take me home I'm done with this old life please take me home My lonely grave calls
You've ruined all my endings. Stayed safe I'll drown in time. The abuse had you and it was long overdue to let it go. This love division casting stones
Loaded down ready to end it all. Coming this far can't be a nothing. Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes. Martyrs this blood makes
Lying here in wait on my deathbed Open air still fills my lungs Not proud of everything I've done But at least you know I did it well (Feels like I'm
I'm still waiting for smoke to clear from this funeral fire My ears are ringing, forced into what it means to be alive Revenge is pounding, I feel it
It's been a while and a million miles Since I've seen the sun shine on your face A long time coming, but now I'm running back home The southern pines
We have all been cursed by the dark horse Second chances few and far between There's no halo hanging up above me The ministry is equal to the disease (
Oh, it's you again Your angel feathers and your bloodstains I can disregard these flighty notions and your silly grin This time what I stitch is mine