I'm so sick of singing about hate. It's never going to make me change. It breaks me down bit by bit. Keeps me steadily feeling sick. . So carve your name into the stone. When we're gone we can s
Find me all the girls looking for love. The bad girls that just want to *. Find me all the girls that look like sin. Bring them to my door and I'll let them in. . We are the wrong and the guilty.
There is a dead black smoke in the heart of the valley. And it burns into your lungs so savagely. A cloud of blood always raining red. A single bag to carry all the dead. We are nothing but a brea
