Art By Numbers
Black Water Rush
Be cast aside for crimes that were pureonly to find you're empty handedOnce more and I will be a believer, of the truth in wine.You can't tell me anymore, these understatementswill surround me with ivory and lore.I'm fixed ready to stand surroundedbreath in these flamesWe'll rise from the ground and…Once more my crimes were pure.We all end up empty handedOnce more and I'll be a believer stillempty handedRidiculed for always asking why, we appose every right.Can we ingest the night and hang it on our hopesWhy hang it on everything?Why waste it on anything?Why hang it on everythingjust watch we're both becomingempty handed
From Letras Mania