Tekster: Whisteria Cottage. Pathology Of Our Existence.

We are driven to failure
But my blood will not be shed
A resilience of greater fortitude. To the forefront of our admiration of a bastard.
creating a life of worthiness, when is it my time to shine?
Fractured yet he is still swinging strong
Finally earning a right to be apart.
Designed for identical reconstruction. I was born to start this change, worry for the weak, yet cry for the strong. In a world where everything is wrong we look in ourselves.

We are the ones that belong


(Thanks to jesse for these lyrics)