Besedila:
Killing The Dream Fractures

Woke up from a nightmare and tried to go back to sleep. these days it's not the nightmares that are killing me, it's what comes next. at least in nightmares

The dead are fucking dead, and that's how they should stay. why dig them up when you killed them, buried, spit and walked away? and then you gave the

all again. you never love like that again (the first time), and the longer that you live, the less you feel alive. and we don't die for anything anymore. i'd kill

We were like that once...when you could die of a broken heart, and just one smile could fix it all. we'd get back up when we'd fall. and we believed

go, we swore we'd never go again. 'this is where we kill for love,' it's what we have to say. this is where i killed for love just to get away. i lie

One eye open, and you're calling out the blind for all that they can't see. i hate to disappoint you, but this is how it's always been. a life spent