كلمات False Leads To Dead Ends

False leads to dead ends I will open up again In buildings combed with mold Across this capitol I’m coming down As this city falls asleep Down off my two worn feet I’ve grown so cold Transport me and guarantee an opiate drug death Visit me and adorn me my grave with babies breath I’m dreaming again Of living without end And that crooked way I hold All I really love If this is fate Then you’re not just a face That I will get to know Transport me and guarantee an opiate drug death Visit me and adorn me my grave with babies breath