Tekstovi: August Burns Red. Messengers. Vital Signs.

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This building is barely standing
(on its own foundation (2x))

i?ve collapsed its lungs
calloused its heart
and sucked the life out of this
(for all of sunday to see (2x)) (2x)

every little thing they believe
they believe
i've taken the breath
out of (everything they hold true (2x))

preaching to the deaf and blind
no one sees my effort
preaching to the deaf and blind
no one gets the point

no one sees my effort
no one gets the point
welcome to my (dying home (2x))
welcome inside these crumbling walls
a meaningless handshake
greets them all with smiles of false hope
welcome to my (dying home (2x))
welcome inside these crumbling walls

do i even care as i watch a sea of people
dwindling into an audience of skin and bones
an audience who doesn't have the strength
to walk out on a man who has tarnished their faith

every little thing they believe
they believe
i?ve taken the breath
out of everything they stand for

preaching to the deaf and blind
no one sees my effort
preaching to the deaf and blind
no one gets the point


(Thanks to kwilson7770 for correcting these lyrics)