Texty:
Crashcarburn This City Needs A Hero

too tired to end it all you are a broken vase shattered on the floor and i am stepping on your pieces a thousand bloodied footprints as i leave so say goodnight this

i am the static on a broken pay-phone and as the flickered street lights try in vain to light the way i'l stray from them taking my life into my hands this

i'd do anything just to make this moment last break down the walls before we fade away and we won't stop we'll spend forever burning this spells "war"

By the time this reaches you we will be a pale grey memory of everything i once loved a still cold heart that long stopped beating and by the time you