| Lyric | Song | Album |
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| Here's to burying hatchets in those who you'd never call your friends | |
| Just breathe and focus. How can I when the air is so cold and empty, That my lungs froze right in my chest. | |
| You would rather bleed than be without her Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears | |
| With flowers in her hair, Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes | |
| Will you still hold me when you see what I have done? Will you still kiss me the same, When you taste my victim's blood? | |
| Lips are quivering Like a withering rose, she’s back again. | |
| Like the rising tide Beating hearts grow but never die To simplify I'll stand by your side | |
| One false move, you took me home One false move, and you're all alone | |
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| With only blood, sweat and tears to adhere to Not there, to burn at the chase, you're a pig | |
| This walk can get lonely. I lose myself inside my head. No one can touch you when you're outside staring in. | |
| Hold your breath and keep it trapped with secrets till your turning cold blue with guilt | |
| The memories stacking up And they pull at my guts What do I have to do to end it? | |
| Can you taste my blood? You knew that this would kill me, But you carried on and on, with your selfish ****. | |
| Dead eyes and a hollow smile Pitch black my vision is gone And masterfully I'll hide my pain | |
| Watching, waiting, Fallen, shaking. Will the storm pass over us today? Or is our future looking grey? | |
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