Bài hát Mark The Graves - Linkin Park. There's a fragile game we play. With the ghosts of yesterday. If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbye. No trace of what remains. No stones to mark the
underneath bay strident wails. Upon coiling spine. She'd ice-white blades of serpent scales. . Frost upon their graves. Furrows fraught with dead. Thill waters to deprave. And slower runs the river red
I'm blown away. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Wondering if we had. spent our living days well. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Dreaming of things that we
. Subverted lies show the decay of sense and reason. A facade prepared to hide the truth. . Behold a graveyard filled with unmarked graves. Dead victims without names. . The water we drink is contaminated
