Lirieke:
Ciano

Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking

Should've known how hard it's to stop Tearing each other apart Separating souls entwined In all these labyrinthine lies I am dead to you, a shadow doomed

Cyanide Drink the cyanide This is the hand that will blind your eyes And split your spine This is the blade that'll visit your flesh And release the

Your mind has silenced now, screaming souls await Chemiclas sent through your blood, they decide your fate Suicide overwhelms to end your life in pain

This hybrid city in love with the UFO's arms down and still as a stick you stand for the UFO's I REMEMBER WHEN YOU SAID THEY WERE'NT REAL LOOKS LIKE YOU

Your disease is a fucking waste of time Turn it on when it fits your need Never mattered that I couldn't feel a thing Anything that you meant was forgot

Charts And Graphs, Painted Walls, And These Poignant Explanations Aren't Enough To Clarify Why I Am The Victim Of Another Innocent Conviction I'll Inject

I want to pallet the neon sky and squeeze the pigment from the most electric autumn leaves and neighborhood, not play the fischer-price or inch-born weeble

well let me bend your ear because I'm never really there when shadows turns to light and hope into despair there was an only one but the broody skies