Question, nothing will come of it
Replace, Destroy the parts
That never seem to fit
Cancer spreads through the nerve,
Through the tissue and we burn
Infecting visuals giving nothing in return
Resolutions, they never come
The words come out, like vipers tongues
Diseases spread through the world
With no solution and we burn
Infecting everyone they meet until
We’re singing the same damned song...
I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of out demise...
If you want to believe in, believe in something
No holy ghost will change your mind...
compositores: Funeral for a Friend
Você é fã de Funeral For A Friend? Gosta da letra da música?
Compartilhe com seus amigos.
Ouvir músicas
