Parkway Drive Smoke 'em If Ya Got 'em
Die.
Thoughts replaced by a placid romance.
Without movement, I can't escape.
Die.
Searching through the static.
Twisted and torn inside of
Such blinding visions of destruction.
So I have to question
Was this in the master plan?
Now a broken future's all that we hold.
Broken.
Our broken futre is all that we hold.
Our day draws
To its close.
Dusk.
Washes away.
Integrity now bleeds away.
As tired hearts are left to drain.
Do you see their faces when you fall asleep at night?
Now they're nothing more than blood stained memories.
Blood stained memories.
