Texty:
A Change Of Pace Prepare The Masses

My head's a mess it's waiting to unfold My head's a mess I'm waiting to unfold Would you listen to me? Would you listen to me? My head's a mess it'

I know I said I hate those lies But they?re what keeps me coming back Take me for a ride through devious eyes And when I wake up tomorrow Take me for a

Picture perfect turned to worthless Bittersweet, the taste is like ash in my mouth Love, we had it, you're a bad habit I'm ready to give you up, I give

me It's a war in your bedroom It's a war in your bedroom It's a war in your bedroom baby I?d cut off my tongue for just a taste Of a piece of your

To all those listening, this is my story About a confused girl and our boy, that's boring So either look at me, stupid and awkward But you leave and tell

't leave me Take my hand, I'll bring you safely To home, your home Across the country this I promise I'll be back to take you on a Trip to sunny, sandy

Prepare the masses, cause this means war And if it's a fight they want, we'll bring the hell they're looking for With bullets blazing, the cowards hit

a kid without a care You asked what could I have to say And I replied, "you're listening to it here" Flashbacks are force of habit When we were just some kids without a

m missing you I?m alive but to far from your room Girl you can?t make me stay I?m saying what I have to say Know you were just a phase A piece of who