Buxton Broke From Bread
I am not broke form bread
Million thoughts through my head
Fever dream in my bed
The single thing we have instead
It was breaking on me
Get deep in my soul
Some love last forever
And some just let go
Your mood is different, and I'm not who I was
I feel it changing and happening to us
You turn in paper, and I turned in dust!
I am not broke from bread
You are now raised from hell
We are now make you...
We're born in June...
They were casting demons
Deep inside your soul
Till the hand...
Was it a concert, was it just a curse
He said he felt better
But it just made it worst
And I see your ...
I am not broke form bread..
Fold that thought beneath regret
Let replace what it...
I am not broke from bread...
..must come from..
..inside your chest
