Collapse And Marathon کے بول

Saw the price tag you put on your eyes and ears and watched as you sold your mouth for the lifestyle of a saint you got on your caps and buried your mug in that hole it's always the ones with hte most cracked driftwood imaginations that buy into the thickest of crucifixes the biggest of brick walls the brightest of whitewashes we won't serve any boundaries no borders of blood, no altars of worship no buildings of damnation no kingdoms built on rape and slaughter we'll never be sacred lives only traitors our war is the war you won't listen to the war you won't speak of the battle for the battle of the breath when it fades, when it settles when it burns and crumbles we'll be your traitors and we survive we survive.