Texty: Miss May I. Apologies Are For The Weak. Harlots Breath.

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We are the ones of the masses take our
hands. Compare everything in the world to your pile of nothing. A
harlot with death on her breath wont even try to represent. Your
breathtaking colors will show to the world. Empires can only dream of
something so great. Just lay your head. Lay your head to rest. I'll
save the day that this will all come apart. To live is not just to
breathe. Feel the world in the palm of our hands. Together has never
felt so close. Everything will change for this is life. This is our
life, death will come before you. Remember this when your lying on the
ground. How does it feel looking up to your love. How does it feel
looking up to no one. This could take forever the best is saved for
last. Your eyes will deceive you. You think your going to make it out.
It becomes hard to swallow feel the air is closing in. You must not
hold my hand for you are falling faster. This is goodnight. Feel the
hours fade away. This is goodnight lay your head to rest.

(Thanks to Kiel! for these lyrics)