i tried to make this so beautiful, but every time i'd turn around i'd see through your lies
you're standing along the edge of disaster all over again, i won't make this life
the gates are raised into the wall as i bow my head. i am paraded through misguided misery.
as we ascend each final step, you will hear my call... "there is no grace for the guilty".
will u confide in me the truth we shared. will u come clean to me that this is a death.
this hate is killling us this hate is wanting us to be incomplete on our own... buried alone.
will u confide in me the truth we shared. will u come clean to me that this is a death.
this hate is killling us this hate is wanting us to be incomplete on our own... buried alone.
will u confide in me the truth we shared. will u come clean to me that this is a death. this hate is killling us this hate is wanting us to be incomplete on our own... buried alone.