With a past now slipping away and the vision of numbered days As the end moves closer it seems they ought to know About the giving you've taken away Through
With a past now slipping away And the vision of numbered days As the end moves closer it seems they ought to know About the giving you've taken away Through
Translation: Dry Kill Logic. Breaking The Broken.
shortest straw And I guess that you is me, stand and defend Save the little that's left Never let the past show no regret, break the broken Given all
from another perspective So I try to do that Come on [Verse 1] Listen, there's nothing like knowin' yourself Like the way I know that smokin's kind of broken
