Besedila: Halfwayhome. For Tomorrow We Die.

The Crossfire Kept Me Out For Days Until Finally Silence
Here On In We Go It Alone
I Remember Not That Long Ago Before The Atrophy Took Hold
Not A Penance To Atone
And We'll Build These Walls Just To Watch Them Crumble
And Proclaim The Decay
But Until That Day

I'll Bend You Til You Break
With The Angels Voices Resonating Down Like Snow
Feel My Hands Around Your Throat (The Compromise Is Broke)
Our Hearts Beat From The Same Device

There's No Use In Living This Lie (For Tomorrow We Will Die)

An Orchestrated Crossing Of Starsm Mute And Accelerated
Headlong, Shattered, Out On Display Like Postcards From The Frame
But Until That Day...