I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, Not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense
Engineers of the dead Architects of destiny A dying grace, a gift Our lives are saved by our own incoherence Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia
This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city
We are young country, we are the pride The sons and the daughters of American life Our hair is not orange we don't wear chains and spikes But we know
I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the
(Instrumental)
I don't know what's wrong but I'm on fire, it seers through my hands, leaving skin on the wire Awake in this womb with a crown sting in my self When I
Engineers Of The Dead Architects Of Destiny A Saving Grace, A Gift Our Lives Are Saved By Incoherence Tissues Fabricated; Produced By Multimedia We Have
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