Dry Kill Logic
Pain
Every
Single thing I believed in
I knew I could not win
Without you I thought that I
Would fail
But in us
I thought we had trust
A passion; a lust
To make everything
Work out
Bide our time
It'll work out fine
We will cross that line
As soon as we
Get there
Do nothing
Say nothing
Be nothing
It's taking away my
From Letras Mania