Paroles de 1342

Not same as before, locked down no escape Your heard hurts hard, throbs in straight Rescue you from roads of pain Grime in the back of your brain break glass just to feel sane It's alright to see our lives pass you by Over you we step on glass with broken teeth It's so true, empty bottles and lust tattoos New punk tombs Mains a street of shame and hastings a waste of life Broadway take the eastbound to 1342