Tekster:
Bleeding Through Lay On The Train Tracks

this. Here comes another, deception for each other. Needles for your will, soaked up by egos. You kill, fucking bleed my dry. Kill, fucking bleed me. Bleed

to this. Here comes another, deception for each other. Needles for your will, soaked up by egos. You kill, fucking bleed my dry. Kill, fucking bleed me. Bleed

I burned them I'm bleeding bloody coughs from the fire in my lungs I left you in my memories so if the train comes lay down on the tracks and forget

you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal [Method] Home on

if I burned them I'm bleeding bloody coughs from the fire in my lungs I left you in my memories so if the train comes lay down on the tracks and forget