Texty:
Tombs Tombs Ep

Stay until the end I said There's no hospital waiting To take you away We hold on to these lives, to these lies We can't escape it Over time our lives

Prime the safety valves Let the poison eat your soul Dope valves opened wide Walk the wasteland mile Many miles away I watch your cities burn City states

: Be yourself I wonder if this was great I'll be myself Want to know if this can go far Contigo quiero ser un par I wonder if this would wind up nowhere

: Crawling into the crypts below Inside the kingdom of sands Buried beneath the ancient dust Perverted race of slaves I travelled race to the stars

It was All Saints Day Wind and rain hit my face Ripped apart from lack of grace Now so torn You never said All of this would end so strange Walk

Crowning of a heart, textures and shades A bitter London night on the motorway You looked so divine, back in the seat Wicked desires ablaze in me Back

We had a mod-fuck jubilee To celebrate our broken hearts We carved tombs from the rocks and stones And transformed them into art We gave the plot a

Again the clock is ticking Counting down my life I watch my childhood fade into time All of my convictions are covering my eyes All that I believe in

Fighting for ideals not for personal gain One man one vote is all they want so why should we obtain From helping them free themselves we fought for it