Tekstovi: Backyard Babies. Stockholm Syndrome. A Song For The Outcast.

Roses are red
The seed has been spread
Three can keep a secret
If two of them's dead

Blood on their hands
Cuts family bands
Not enough life without
Been given the chance

Are we meant to be angels fallin'
Or do we live to survive?
This illusion ain't my way
When everybody is walkin' out on

On the road to a strict perfection
Only the beauty live to tell
This is the source of all the infections jaded
But I won't fade out with you

Monsters been fed
Thousands ahead
It's all in your books
But has never been said

I color my art
Black for my heart
Running 'til I run no more
I'm back from the start

Are we meant to be angels fallin'
Or do we live to survive?
This illusion ain't my way
When everybody is walkin' out on

On the road to a strict perfection
Only the beauty live to tell
This is the source of all the infections jaded
But I won't fade out with

No I won't fade you with you
(Livin' my life love self-destruction)
No I won't fade out with you

What is you fear?
Invitations are here
Cry a river inside
But never shed any tears

Me and my saint
You and your taint
Born in the middle
And the story maintain

Are we meant to be angels fallin'
Or do we live to survive?
This illusion ain't my way
When everybody is walkin' out on

Are we meant to be angels fallin'
Or do we live to survive?
This illusion ain't my way
When everybody is walkin' out on
Everybody is walkin' out on

On the road to a strict perfection
Only the beauty live to tell
This is the source of all the infections jaded
But I won't fade out with

On the road to a strict perfection
Only the beauty live to tell
This is the source of all the infections jaded
But I won't fade out with