Woorden:
Royden Best Friends Our Worst Enemies

On Earth, the bright, small world. We cry of the news as the ship goes down. On Earth we weep for his end. The truth and the reason make no difference

said. Without you my dreams are made in lies. We stand in the darkness waiting for an answer. Tied to this paper cross and you hear the sound of our

footsteps. Smart bombs are wrapped in sheets. As we are ruined in the wreckage and scattered in the streets. So open up our coffins and save us