Florida şarkı sözleri

Creases, creases on the page I carry The last words you managed to rally Before we went our ways Pieces, pieces scattered on the floor Where I destroyed your armour All for our orders Aim your frame to the sky Payload's too great Why was it made? On this bed of lies Payload's too great Why was it made? Cracks, cracks in the heads-up display No name, no face, no way To know this place Cool, cool the metal down The spin, the ugly sound This won't be the last round Aim your frame to the sky Payload's too great Why was it made? On this bed of lies Payload's too great Why was it made?