melting what was once you and setting up to go through the fight with anything, screaming as we're killing through the night anything, yet we never seem to even feel a thing until we are despised, yet it never seems
freezing time as we fail to end this body trail, it's underneath
to fight anything that moves in sight does it make you feel to spite anything with signs of life for a world without a ceiling
sent from his tongue carried by our blood we feel hasty, it's their blood we're tasting
did we become what we are, did we feel from the start
did we become what we are
to fight anything that moves in sight does it make you feel to spite anything with signs of life for a world without a ceiling
take the meaning out of this world to fight with anything, it never seems (real, too real) to spite anything, does it ever seem
did we become what we are, did we feel from the start did we become what we are
to fight anything that moves in sight does it make you feel to spite anything with signs of life for a world without feeling.