Just like paint, this is the human way, thou's death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled. Purely blood and excrement, this is unholy, the holy war
Who drew first, when they're gone, still working on perfect nothing to do, except run your mouth, hold that tongue before it's ripped from your throat
I can believe what it's come down too, controlling every resource makes us stronger far more superior to. Corrupt governments challenge it's youth refrain
This is the end, for forcefully violated reminders of you, condemned to serve you. We have given up, thankful and untrue cheers to what we've been through
Let's pretend that in the end we wouldn't have fallen down. Instead we'll stand on our feet again, let's pretend. The day that the starving man never
Recycled smoke, awkward moments make reflections that destroy our own. Thanks for the best times of my life this is how I express myself. Creating the
War war war war I want to declare a war My fist breaks your porcelain nose There are other things that hands can do To create or to destroy, mini gods
L'hiver vole d'arbres en arbres dans le ciel abandonne et le feu reste de marbre au fond du c?ur exile J'aimais tant les hirondelles quand les reverrais
On s'donne des airs, des airs de quoi ? L'air d'avoir l'air, l'air sur de soi La tete en l'air, le c?ur en bas On a tous l'air de ce qu'on n'est pas