Besedila:
Destro The Accuracy Of Broken Whispers

Aren't you tired yet? do you ever get confused with all the games you play with my mind check mate, here's your prize a damaged heart for you to throw

Where do you fit it? get your place and decide which side you are on the one that?s forged in flames and tempered with a season of hope or theirs

My heart my life i owe to you friend how you used to light the night and so accustomed i?d become to your smile a comfort like none other and words

Right now hurts more than life and i?d never wish it back it seems the changes that we made weren't the same being alone and the only rider sometimes

Final protocol its now or never take your hands off your eyes and watch me beat you into oblivion the sky here is missing the night air assassin