Woorden:
Matched Die To Live

Yes i find rest when i feel your breath Cleaning my dirty pores When i sense the wind in my hair I find rest when my eyes swallow beauty when my body

I know all your faces but not all your names you stand up front at all the shows, together we hang out, support all the bands! We keep the scene alive

gotta blame yourself if you gotta blame something Misery born in the brain like a bad seed And when I scream godspeed to mislead Flies to the period right is the wrong Strike the match