There's blood on my hands. And there's blood on the ground. And we're dying just to see. Who the next victim of our disaster will. . If only you would just accept him.
In this life that we ride my feet are just too far away. For us to embrace the days. We can pull the shades back now and burn up. Just let go. . Burn a bridge, bury the ashes.
Have you been waiting for death?. Because you'll dine out way before you die out. It doesn't get any better than walking like a ghost. Unaware of the mirrors that hide our inner host.
The ties that bind our hands are on our necks. And we're strangling for our final breath. We pass the torch along to our kids. We're burning there minds but we can't touch their hearts.