Tekstovi: Killing Tree (The). Other. Dressed To Fuck.

On the eve of our exile we carve names in the elms
To remember our last days of life on the roads
In broad daylight we crawl through the trenches
To meet our fate of our razor wire fences
As we crash through the floor
Taking but always wanting more
My lips are wet and dry and as the night, cold as ice
As the ground beneath me fails we all take flight
Held as captives but we never die, never die
Fix these broken dreams and leave this place alive

I will come to you in madness and impossibility
I will come to you forever knowing you will come to me
I will come to you as life's fears kick the ground beneath my feet
I will come to you forever knowing you will come to me

So much I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

As we crash through the floor
Taking but always wanting more

My lips are getting dry and as the night, cold as ice
As the ground beneath me fails we all take flight
Held as captives but we never die, never die
Fix these broken dreams and leave this place alive

As we crash

I really need
I wont scrape by
I really need it

I really need
I wont scrape by
I really need it

It's always blue rain
Words that I can't hear
Steal my breath again
Then she disappears

This is what I am
A fogged symmetry
Begging to be put
Out of my misery

I wait for the sky
Filled with broken dreams
To open up and swallow me

I will leave this place alive
I will leave this place alive
I will leave this place alive
I will leave this place alive

My lips are getting dry and as the night, cold as ice
As the ground beneath me fails we all take flight
Held as captives but we never die, never die
Fix these broken dreams and leave this place
I will leave this place
I will leave this place
I will leave this place alive