Testo di With High Hopes And Clipped Wings

You say the vultures are calling For your last breath And the rhythm of your heartbeat Stopped for no more pain You'll ask for death by name Skin deep Solace in violence Self-destructive Catharsis We fan the flames On ourselves There's no warmth In burning, just ashes Try and clip your own wings before they can Try and cope with a blood-soaked smile There's no warmth in burning, just ashes We're in a car crash and painfully aware of the motion Covered in stains that will never wash away Just reaching out For a sense of peace in the rain Like reaching hands that never Like reaching hands that never connect Like reaching hands (like reaching hands) Like reaching hands that never connect Like reaching hands that never connect Like reaching hands that never connect