Tekst:
Killer The Better To Be Judged By Twelve Than Carried By Six

dark, now is that how you want it to be? it's up to you, what you do will decide your own fate make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late

Take me away. Find me dead in a couple of days. These words won't stay gold, but drawing breath grows so old. There is nothing new. There is nothing

cuts were deep. but i ripped your hooks out of me. How it took so long, i will never know But i know that you never loved me, just who you wanted me to be

You gave up. Fuck it all. Burn up my ambitions. Color me worthless and hang me from a bridge This was not how it was, used to be so much better Fuck

Dance with me, sing along Empty words to an empty song Written by some kids who live in a town where hope is gone All i have is underneath this roof

none Hide the sin. You are the ruiner of lives. You cut your throat with your own knife. You watch it fall, this falling church. You stood by them

What will you do? Where will you go? You were nowhere to be found; no one wants you around. Now that every last back is turned, everyone close to