Paroles de 65 Factory Outlets

won't lay my dreams on your altar of sacrifice Take it, the lies that you hold dear no longer affect me As your life is bought and sold I'll sit back and laugh At your burning, draining, dying world Dried out, killed, overused; drained of all that you give Don't expect another contender to be the object of this abuse I've given up on the dying; it never gave me your peace Smile big, sit straight now, let go of all your dreams Bleed yourself dry boy Bleed it out, suck it in Bleed yourself on demand You've made your decision; I've made mine So you can save your breath selling me on your death Choose your own death, you're already dead