Testi:
Alexisonfire

I'm not sure what's worse The waiting or the waiting room "You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

All blossoms die in the light of our new culture Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered Countless lessons lie in every fever dream A million

YEAH! This town is going under. The temperature is through the floor Your fingers are turning black There?s a crisis knocking at your door One nine

This is really only all we have: (Bury all of me) Daytime. Twilight. Pitch black. Night light. (Before I have a chance) Coldest eyes, and the softest

Jennifer, They lied to you. When they said you couldn't breathe underwater. (So here it is, the end is near) I lied, too, when I said that I was hard

Endless whispers, skies that bleed Dogs blood falls from it like rain Choke the rivers, flood the streets Canine era, canine teeth New kind of soldier

So this is continuous happiness You know, I always Imagined it something more With the right drapes, the right paints The right frames, this could really

I, I guess, the only thing cheap to you is your friends You can always make new friends (oh no) But it's not always worth as much (oh no) [2x] Now

You had such grace (You had such grace) In the end. And I wish I could remember (And I wish I could remember) What colour Your eyes were (Your eyes were