Слова:
Strata Now The Industry Is Outnumbered Their Factories Are Burning Down

i chase you away 'til i chase you away you'll come back and settle this you can do no wrong now i'd kill you first guilty one this is hurt push it

up just enough to heal yourself and start again well im sorry i wont be there i wont be there we've changed its not the same anymore you drag me down

I am on the brink of losing everything hanging on the edge of every word she says and you were never there you were never there she stabs deep into me