ASG "Matadors Of The Heart" |
wait the passion is ending it fell together and it'll fall apart and now the dead ends are binding the ropes around our necks so how far can we strech we're fighting fate's fatal grip (up?) of our graves (not sure on this line) so trace the phalanx of kills for thrills (don't have any idea) the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away too high to die built to spill but not to break so climb the steps of the dead lives they came together and they'll come apart like smiles and backwoods by beatings(doesn't make sense but all i could figure out) the days into night nights into day we're grazing fields of dead memories that should blaze(not sure) so trace the phalanx of kills for thrills the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away too high to die built to spill but not to break i think i've lost my mind tonight so i think i'll blow your mind this time the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away too high to die built to spill but not to break Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |