Texty:
Last Martyrs Of A Lost Cause

place i said everything falls right into place the stars take a front seat over the sun and with the painting of the sky so dark a blackout curtain that

thought breeds insanity, someday we'll look back knowingly another rainy night with my own reflection staring back at me in this empty intersection i'm a Polaroid photograph that's fading another lost

everything i said i know its not but it feels so much like your fault and its the only way my brain can explain and numb this persistent pain are you such a

We all got lost in the crowd, but we all thought we were smart we never found our way out, at least we shot from our heart rich-white-suburban shithole

Let's keep this short i'm tired of the war between everything i believe and all the ideals forced on me save your breath, i'm not listening let's keep

wanna divide a genre that stands alone. i'd like to write an open letter to your open mind (a little insight couldn't hurt) it goes like... i do this 'cause

and i can see every detail, as far as the eyes will allow and i can see through the trees and make out things you've never known there's a much bigger

everything i said i know its not but it feels so much like your fault and its the only way my brain can explain and numb this persistent pain are you such a