Who Speaks Spanish? Colon Quesadilla Songtext
This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride.
black blood dotting our warmth.
ending our contentment.
this place is a contorted altar.
i must seek strength from somwhere,
for ive reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times.
cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees.
hello autumn- i need not your companionship. doubtless i stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity.
revive me doctines!
await the day, when all our blood will wash away.
black blood dotting our warmth.
ending our contentment.
this place is a contorted altar.
i must seek strength from somwhere,
for ive reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times.
cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees.
hello autumn- i need not your companionship. doubtless i stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity.
revive me doctines!
await the day, when all our blood will wash away.
the world's balance i'm too familiar with;
selfishness outweighs genorosity
blindness produced by your own hands afront your face.
lips bleeding with guilt.
frightful little fiends.
if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion? lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
selfishness outweighs genorosity
blindness produced by your own hands afront your face.
lips bleeding with guilt.
frightful little fiends.
if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion? lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
ANDREW TRICK, JAMES BANEY, JEREMY DEPOYSTER, DANIEL WILLIAMS, CHRISTOPHER RUBEY, MICHAEL HRANICA
© SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Songtext powered by LyricFind
© SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Songtext powered by LyricFind