If I gave you pretty enough words.
Could you paint a picture of us that works.
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren´t you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while..
Aren´t you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. [x3]
I am exhumed.. just a little less human....
a lot more bitter and cold... [repeating]
After all these images of pain, have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
Then I´ll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat, it sets us apart.
Aren´t you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die
Live love burn die