Tekster: Bleed The Dream. Solace.

Solace redefined
And I can't even bring myself to try and figure it
Who I am

Rosaries and wine
Trying not to see exactly when or where you failed
Stare into the eyes of blood

They say that we chase dreams that don't exist, that don't exist
But you have tried so hard to find what's better than this, than this
Running from myself

I'm running from the mal-adjusted boy I used to be
In sickness and in health
I would even be here if the walls were caving in
Stare into the eyes of blood

They say that we chase dreams that don't exist, that don't exist
But you have tried so hard to find what's better than this, than this
[Incomprehensible]