She, She is the love that you make and break And He, He is the drug that you hate to crave And I, I am the liar you made to praise And You, You are the
Blessed are he who are speaks the word Grateful that we can lead the herd Dollars signs in the faithful eyes The anti fate on day disguise You're just
Chasing the rapture Putrid words From sharpened tongues Are spewing them from our mouths Without a translation We?re just making sounds The pride of
Broken shoulders resting on my back Overloaded with a weighed stack Higher and higher Time runs tired Silence falls Into the deafening Sirens of My own
Feeding the wolves... the taste of blood is bitter. (Feeding the wolves) (You're feeding the wolves) Feeding the wolves... don't you know better? (Feeding the wolves) (You're feeding the wolves
The walls are closing in around us We hold our silence like a gun Your stare is empty and a scene that keeps repeating And I just bite my tongue They
I wanna know What you really think of me I wanna feel all the Pain that sets you free These waves of doubt Are drowning me Gone are the days When this
?m fine in the fire I feed on the friction I?m right where I should be Don?t try and fix me I?m fine in the fire I feed on the friction I?m right where
open your eyes You need it, you want, You did it, You got it So act you own it this time The coma of lies Comfort your mind Your feeding the fire And
Waking up the Ghost No one knows The secrets that I keep No one knows What?s in my head I can?t control The other side of me I have lost my breath
: The walls are closing in around us We hold our silence like a gun Your stare is empty and a scene that keeps repeating And I just bite my tongue They
m fine in the fire I feed on the friction I'm right where I should be Don't try and fix me I'm fine in the fire I feed on the friction I'm right where
: Putrid words from sharpened tongues Are spewing them from our mouths Without a translation We're just making sounds The pride of a lion is your disguise
: Blessed are he who speaks the word Grateful that we can lead the herd Dollars signs in the faithful eyes The anti fate on day disguise You're just
: I wanna know what you really think of me I wanna feel all the pain that sets you free These waves of doubt are drowning me Gone are the days when this
of blood is bitter Feeding the wolves, you're feeding the wolves Feeding the wolves, don't you know better? Feeding the wolves, you're feeding the wolves Feeding the wolves
: Broken shoulders resting on my back Overloaded with a weighed stack Higher and higher Time runs tired Silence falls into the deafening Sirens of my
: The sounds bounce around The noise just drowns me out To fast to focus, nothing is showing Any sign of slowing down Dreams feed to me In the form of
