Paroles de Fist Song

copy the bad bits, fire the anguish the world becomes blue again i'll leave you bruised and bleeding and junior under the kitchen sink i'll speak with my fists 'till you beg for silence my family in me, sore adrenaline world becomes shit again six pack and a misplaced suggestion life becomes shit again rest never comes easy how can you mend on the steps of coming horrors (dumb grave for the words that never come)