Texty:
Walls Of Jericho All Hail The Dead

to fight this. our broken families, it's time to fight this. your billboard barbie, it's time to fight this. let the dead be dead, all hail the dead.

: here i am a poster board pinup for you to hate, someone who once cared now nothing is holding me back. i am no more an image of what you thought i

can i feel, before it ruins me? this will not control me that is what i fight for. when will it be my turn? when will all i fight for take its toll on

: i remember those days, when we were screaming for change. when it was more than just fashion and fame. our goals all seemed one and the same, and we

: chase life, don't let monotony burn another day. don't let it be regret that falls on your lap. it pains me to think of all the time spent looking

: this is what i do, me here in front of you. this is my life, this is my everything. it's in my heart, help me keep it dear, and i wil fight to keep

what we read and hear. should nothing be said? shall we compromise? no. our freedom, our rights, your mind. tear down the walls. what can break must be

: you can't imagine how much this fucking hurts. how torn apart my mind has become. i need to spare myself, from these endless tears. i no longer want

what we read and hear. should nothing be said? shall we compromise? no. our freedom, our rights, your mind. tear down the walls. what can break must be