Texty: Pinhead Gunpowder. Compulsive Disclosure. New Blood.

Don't look back on your lost

Days of burning down the ground
From where you stand


Don't count out on your back

The ashes of your last
Destroyed heirloom


When you can't choose



Your own worst enemy

And the years prove


The chosen one is you




Don't look back on your lost

Years of tragedy you'd
Just assume forget



And through these scars
I pump new blood


(Alas... new blood) my life support systems are gone
(Alas... new blood) Alas...still standing


And I'm on my own

New Blood - Old Skin...