One Dead Three Wounded Burning Bridges is so 1999 Letras:
Paint it on a wall. Burning bridges is so 1999.
Carve it into stone. I guess you were looking up
when you passed your footprints in the sand. Drunk
with self-righteousness, you forgot, you passed
this point before. Because if character is based
on the stability of words than you're fighting a
losing battle. I never volunteered my shoulder to
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cry on. It was not our duty to replace the crutch
beneath your arm or become it. Paint your words on
a wall. You'll see, they betray you. Open your
eyes. Shut your mouth and listen. "We don't
have what stars are made of, we never had what
stars are made of. This is our inspiration. I
scream into this dead microphone for myself and no
one else. I breathe into this bag of bones because
it's etched into my soul. I scream into this dead
microphone for myself.
Letras: Burning Bridges is so 1999 One Dead Three Wounded [final]