break every bone,
Mama I'm not home...
a one way ticket out,
beside me-beside every doubt...
Memories and dreams
floating around and twisting each other...
I am more than the messes I've made
More than the causes I've lost...
Burn:
burn for my syllic silence...
Demon, what is my treason?
brought down by the crashing watershore's fall...
I pine for the love and respect
But people take always suspect...
After a while you just wanna wake up
But your stuck your mind is silent...
O-
it aches...
I need you to make it through the night he said,
over and over that's what he would say...
I wish I could describe how this feels
How it feels to just relax...
Why were we chosen for this?
Why would anyone make us do this...