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I spent the end of the day thinking about the changing of our lives |
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The kids we were set out to play the music through the songs that gave us drive |
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And that was only five years ago, it was three last time we sang about the "dead men" and the rising of a scene we wanted so bad to help make |
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I was ready, let me let go |
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Until I heard a shouting from you |
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Yeah, the very thing |
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I had to Keep me grounded when |
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I fell through |
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When death comes for us... |
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Terrible lies |
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I had been pulling out my sides |
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There were so many of me yelling, cursing, fighting, hitting anger to learn why |
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I was losing all |
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I'd worked for, |
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I was losing all my friends, |
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I was losing my own voice coughing a demon bent on break, break, breaking. |
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I was ready, let me let go |
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Until I heard a shouting from you |
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Yeah, the very thing |
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I had to Keep me grounded when |
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I fell through |
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I've had my doubts (and I had to run away home) |
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They drag me down (to try to breathe again on my own) |
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Built in my head (still I couldn't stand to follow) |
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I'm burning them down. |
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The program has a glitch that |
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I don't want now |
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I am too down to stay with sound that keeps me alive. (You were there to pick me back up) (My lungs were tired and giving up) |
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With a loud shout and a heart crowd, (I know your stories will lift me up) we will roll the die; four, then five, until we drop. (You never let me drop!) [Vinnie Caurana:] |
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I drop a 123 over the ground. |
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It's broken. |
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This is all our days ahead, this is where |
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I found an open. |
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And longer roads under here where stability isn't half as clear |
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When I'm trapped alive. |
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Here it's the rush that makes it worth it... |
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This will be the death of us, my friends. |
