Choke back the lies that you've been fed. Bleed for your ignorance, suffer and die for it. We are the dead, nothing left to bleed. Too numb to feel
I hoot in the morning to the crack of sunlight But my agony continues till it reaches night Sweet image of your face appears on the wall And the scene
I hoot in the mornin' to the crack of sunlight But my agony continues till it reaches night Sweet image of your face appears on the wall And the scene