Broken Down Lyrics - Jj72 - Jj72

Pasta machine broke down by the weed in the field 

I get so nice when I see Angel's face 

I will sip the wine of all the tears you cry 

Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need 

Crimson handed fiend of hate strokes, the soul of all 

Saints cannot flee the strength of the call 

We just carry on as if we know all that is wrong 

Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need 

Placid perspective straight, losing hope postponing fate 

Synchronize, incarcerate, let them eat, I can hate 

So, I can say nothing new despite the doves that flew 

Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need 

Crimson handed fiend of hate strokes, the soul of all 

Saints cannot flee the strength of the call 

We just carry on as if we know all that is wrong 

Feel for me sympathy, the kind that we all need