Woorden:
Brotherhood Of Dae Han The

Treading water, tattered streets thing aren't better than they seem knowing right from wrongs not best in a crowd of all the rest cross the T's and dot

falling all around the readers lost his place the writers thoughts are all alone, no trace the soldiers have their orders now the rebel yell is out the brotherhood

I tried to break the ice (but the words melted in my mouth) but now i'm drowning in what i should have said and it's too late to pull myself out it's

We've been bought, we've been sold in this town of lost control you leave it out, it gets cold another thing you think you know i can't keep up with

Inject this silence in my head desecrate my innocence i feel black cause there's no blue all these feelings i never knew a needle is your escape to a

Eyes wide awake finding friends in the silhouettes that invade the light choke on the words in the script that the martyrs wrote it's another rewrite