歌词：
American Head Charge The War Of Art

My throat is dry when I (stain it) keep the hate alive (abuse it) your lips are tight when I (to keep it from) cover them with mine (running you) this

burn the bed consummated rest the head it just holds us back now still she keeps on looking of course [2x] nows theres nothing I hate as much wet the

freedom is everything resolve impossible you prayed for rain ignoring the flood you took me with you to heaven back again bleed to remember that everything

the trait that is still left on the killing floor for you that smile as he still itches for killing more of you the taste as he still catches me lasting

I can still watch those eyes crawling over her dress until I could show you everything but I dont have to hear the words cause I already feel your thoughts

future all wrapped up inside this borrowed hope dont manipulate the most beautiful thing youll ever know to the extent of saving your ragged torn out sickly show holding my head

walk with an impure mind revelations unkind abject dental of the flesh I feel endure and make my mind its never time to start believing everything will

pathetic sympathies left for the bloody at heart everything fades to shit evertyhing tears me apart caustic insecurities surface above the witheld every

it Ill never get caught cradle the difference in front of your fist force it down to bring it back up make them listen one more time wrapping you up in an american