Wait!
The passion is ending.
It fell together and it'll fall apart.
And now the dead-end to finding the rope around our necks.
So how far can we stretch were fighting.
Face made of death on our graves.
So trace the failings of kills for thrills
Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away.
To hide to die, built to spill, but not to break.
So climb the steps of the deadlines.
They came together and the'll come apart.
Like smiles, bent backwards for beatings, thes days into tonight.
The nights into day, were grazing.
Fields of dead memories that should place.
So trace the failings of kills for thrills
Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away.
To hide to die, built to spill, but not to break.
I think ive lost my mind tonight.
So i think ill blow your mind, this time
The passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away.
To hide to die, built to spill, but not to break.