Your lying blood.
young but old, far away from this hell hole
you've called home for a million violent nights
run to the bustation, your one salavtion, time and time again
the tears you bleed, a small price to pay for the sins
carved deep within your skin
morning chill, the clock marks 3
how many casualties have you seen?
how many more before your covers been blown?
ain't got no time, shake hands with a dirty lie
say hello and wave goodbye to the heavens that you've known
to the happiness you stole, to the hearts you broke,
to the peace shattered into pieces,
to provoked hesitation for some quick satisfaction
so try to escape but never the truth, since the shadows
have long chased you down those city streets
you could give if your heart ceases to beat .
by. Amber