Tiny Y Son My Sterling Blade In Your Tennessee Throat
they say recall cauterize my lungs and reign inside my
head
these rumours decline by weighing your lies
the parade is waving goodbye
we must protest more! then we ever could without
reminiscence
to realize the day has come to a f..ckin’ end right now
a melody a fairytale it’s all inside my head
we must protest more then we ever could
to realize the day has come to an end
relief and forgiveness should rise for a moment
say can we strike the enemy
relief and fame will shine forever in a pinch of grace
is it over now is it over now
these spoiled gentle eyes say
It’s over now it’s over now
lifting the veil see if it’s worth to break your own
eyes on this tragedy
don’t feed on demand and ruin what’s left
the blood has already dried in our hands
when passion has failed appears the price to pay on
your skin
now lift the veil explore the f..ckin’ truth
it’s rat-race faked to stab us from ambush
resist when they separate
