Из альбома: Make Yourself Sick
is it still you and me against the world? all i've got to lose are my teeth
we're gonna throw it down together tonight we're gonna burn this town to the
ground and laugh over the flames collapsible sentiment fills our lives i've
burned pages behind me and mountains before watch us break at the waist; bleed
from our fingertipsnailing our coffins to our outstretched arms i'm lost in
a haze of myself my memory is too filled with fists and my hands are too week
from writing down our lives here we arewatch us go four shots fire out
cold and hollow and your eyes give in to that shattered glass shine so i call
out and i follow passion can't apply when we're so drained and pale