Why does the score have to be like this? Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips On the edge of the world I am waiting for you
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Care for a taste of this Its gonna get you high Eyes that burn so red Like a blood lit sky Dramatic atic Screams at night He's twisting He's falling away And I'll grow up And make the most of my whole life Mean while Im twisting i'm fading away
Why does the score have to be like this? Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips On the edge of the world I am waiting for you
Break down Will the change This bleak distored view Care for a taste of this Its gonna get you high Eyes that burn so red Like a blood lit sky Dramatic atic Cries at night He's twisting He's breaking away And he'll grow up And make the most his whole life This time He's twisting He's breaking away
Why does the score have to be like this? Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips On the edge of the world I am waiting for you
Break down Will the change This bleak distored view How long Conceal the shame Reveal the point of view
Portraits of anger Refuse Receive Reborn Respect We face the danger We become stronger
They never, ever change No huh They never, ever change No huh They never, ever change No huh They never, ever change No huh
Break down Will the change This bleak distored view How long Conceal the shame Reveal the point of view