Tekstovi: Daly's Gone Wrong. Die Die Die...And Then Some.

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I know, so let's go.
The silence is binding; the stars are aligning,
despite the sunshine I still think I'm dying
In the worst way.
Crashing my insides, erasing the highlights,
since you've last asked me.
Nah bro, I'm not all right

Cause lately I've been fighting for everyone but myself.
My heart is a wound spilling blood that I just can't help.
If I ever make it out of Korea I'll never be cold.

I traded my youth for a lifetime of misery.
If I were a mirror, No Sir, I couldn't look at me.
In searching things both past and present
you learn what matters you learn what doesn't.
Trippin' deep on your persona,
now you got me thinking of ya.
Speak me Phoenician term.
Beautiful.
How beautiful is that!

I'll give you my life for a term worth of memory.
If I were you mirror, no Love? Could you look at me?
In searching things both black and white,
you learn what's color, you learn what's light.
Trippin deep on your persona
now you got me thinking of ya.
Speak me Phoenician term.
Eternal.
How beautiful is that!

Take me tonight. To candle lights,
all expenses paid, book mark my page and make me gorgeous.
Take me tonight. To candle lights,
all expenses paid, book mark my page and make me.

Murder was the gun that she gave us!

In the backseat for humanity.
Put your weapon to my chest so I can feel something...
feel something!

If we went in hopes for something,
drove 1000 and fell on nothing,
bind our hands, eject our seatbelts,
say our last before our knees felt the burn on the concrete,
the smell of the wreckage.
So this is what it's like to take your last breath
through a windshield. Oh, what a windshield