isn't getting any better I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES (the look in your eyes) YOU WANT TO SEE A PRETTY FACE? There isn't anything wrong with giving up And for
red poison of your lips The red poison of your eyes Is where I kissed the blood from Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the White of your
your life Your new best friends, your confidence And I'll be here when you get home Sitting halfway, away from nowhere Praying for our lips to touch Holding myself for a
: The days I've felt alone And the sea, it brings me back again So that I can see my wife And I can see my child Home, I'm home, it never changes Same
give up on this, I'll give up on you. [Chorus] Archers in your arches, Raise your fingers for one last salute.. And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine
hillsides My love is exploitation Not a passing celebration And I don't want to feel Like a part of history And the grass is greener On the other side
your fault, You feel betrayed. You can't come out to play. I never listened to a word you never said. I never listened to a word you never said. So raise your
me I will never end up like them Tell me who will be left to save us When we can't even save ourselves [x2] A shell of a man Bled of every sentiment
hear their truth You mean nothing to me Your handshakes to play fake make me want to scream The engine runs harder than your lies never could Than your
it breaks for you. Hours pass into minutes, kissing the seconds away, and days, they seem to melt just like your classic summers. Your smile is so false
for someone to see You've gotta believe it It's gotta be seen to believed A crisis of faith and and an honest mistake It can break your resolve This
at the edge And they dived for hours Past sundown Until the body was wasted Did they conspire to this? Did you conspire to this? Thirty three and a
it, I won't say it I won't say what I don't know I never had any problem, to recognize it or a marble, You're a beautiful liar, You're never inspired
upon So fragile in decay What are we all built upon So take these dreams away Why need a, why need a new faith When the old is still okay Will you still
Sacrifice every day To make amends for the debt we pay An instrument of constant struggle There's nothing left to regret A promise is a promise kept Whether history
: Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing And therein lies the story Its no easy sentiment, a conscious effort To save the last... I love
to hold you I won't The Road less traveled Is taking you home As you swallow your confession And leave this as it is As it takes another second For
You're burning your houses With anxiety With anxiety Babylon is burning Babylon is burning With anxiety Babylon is burning Babylon is burning Babylon is