it's moments like these that turn our smiles to dust. it calls for swords. crusades against the whining babes. all you have to do is take a breath. all you have to do is come up for air. are you even here? is this making sense? at all? when do they open their eyes? you can punch that wall until your bones are mud, but don't hold your breath. they never open their eyes. so we meet the iron steed.
Lyrics submitted by JoeyGoBoom