Mindless Faith
Red Lines
the catalyst that we can't talk aboutwhen our eyes turn to glassand the walls start to come downone night on the floorone night against the wallevery time tracking the cracks in my skullwe've spun on red lineswe start at the endwe've dropped down red linesand we held our breatheverything gets deranged nowbut i'm still trying to become the changeyou can't stop what has begunwith the radio, acid, and a gun
From Letras Mania