Paroles de Exhale

Focus on dead color New found glory made blasphemy Force fed till we're blue in the face Father in vain Keep watchful eye on we The "young and useless" For our blood boils with rage (Expressed in violent cries of mutiny) Overkill All is lost Angel, angel Down we will go Stepping stones and split wrists A revolving door of opportunity Vital for our survival Hold your breath Anchored to all that is sacred and holy And it makes me fucking sick To see how well behaved You all can be Kill the worth, kill all feeling A facade to conquer and sell your fear Kill the heart An unconcious death is the fate and fall Of all living mortals Because we are doomed The faith won't set you free