Woorden:
Art Of Dying Breathe Again

I can finally breathe again, yeah I can finally breathe again, yeah I can finally breathe again I don?t know how, I don?t know when, but I can finally breathe again

Oh how my heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I

even lift my brush to paint my long-awaited good-bye Yet I'm feeling optimistic, relatively this is my testimony and it tests the past miserably Why do I keep dying

quick, MacGyver's been hurt. he was just on his way home from saving the world again, he got jumped by some kids, he went down, now he's dying.? so i

goddammit I ran wit what God planted in my heart and I understand it To be the bring the light to the dark, breathe some life in this art This must be

. My withered body. Aching and bone tired. My christ who art lord. Hold me down again. Knee bent and head held low. Eyes closed against my foe. In prayer

the cancer growing in your entrails respect the holy laws of the supreme being supreme in your kingdom of fear and lie who art thou? atheist, satanist

ran wit what God planted in my heart and I understand it To be the bring the light to the dark, breathe some life in this art This must be the truth (