Tekstovi: Once Nothing. The Truth Inside An AK-47.

I have always been a few steps behind
Just close enough to see the green in your eyes
The way the music plays
Or how there is always something in the air
it reminds me that I could never escape you.

How sad I must look when I search for my own path
I have nothing except my heart in my hands
I am trying to live my life
According to the words on my arms
But this is so much more painful than the actual process

These scars are all justified in my own mind
I always feel like I am wasting paper
on words I've already written
My, how I wish I could piece together
what is scattered across the floor
In all my pain,
In all my glory you are still a familiar voice.
Kingdom come, with fire.