Breathe
Our dear children, they're turning blue
smoke in their lungs
Please, breathe
They're just children
Finding out that whores bring sores
Breathe
Our dear children, they're turning blue
smoke in their lungs
Please, breathe
They're just children
Finding out that we all die
Smile, pale green eyes
We're breeding suicide
Let me take what you despise and paint it grey
When we count the mistakes, all the moments awake
When you count all these stars, when it's gone too far
I think it's time I burn this city
Washed clean and slain
We love our sheep, we love to look the other way
Washed clean and slain
We love our sheep, we love to eat what we can't maintain
compositores: Matthew Tybor
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