Tekster:
Farewell To Freeway In These Wounds

these wounds a knife along your throat it's life that's worth it all the blood that runs so cold in these wounds time time and time again these moments

Like lights that give into the surge and you're hoping for the chance to shine simple standards and lost examples this is you waiting for it's all worth

I immerse myself in fiction while the sky is painted black and grey my guide my source my inner monologue to follow constant is the pattern laid take

in these wounds a knife along your throat it's life that's worth it all the blood that runs so cold in these wounds time time and time again these moments