Professional Americans, The
Safety
I'm gonna kill every last one of you
I'm gonna cut away all the things that made me stay
I'll make them pay for the thoughts and tears sustained
Break all the parts, just to save the whole
I'm gonna run from my ideals
I'm gonna break my fist, against the parties who resist
I'm gonna run into open arms
I'm gonna run into your arms
Everytime I let it be
It burns me
From Letras Mania