Taking back what you stole from me
Wash away these memories, silent and proud
Those wounds cut me?** (I dont know)
Your applause, my hands
Your applause, my fucking hands
Run for the hills
Your strength ***** (dont know)
And if you think you're alive, then you're better off fucking dead
Taking back what you stole from me Wash away these memories, silent and proud Those wounds cut me?** (I dont know) Your applause, my hands Your applause, my fucking hands Run for the hills Your strength ***** (dont know)
And if you think you're alive, then you're better off fucking dead
That's all I got, sorry.