Texty:
Comadre Burn Your Bones

same banks and ending up with counterfeits. my muscles are burnt to shit and this might be all i have left. but someone once said when you start to burn your bones

There's a smile hidden in everyone's step and for every step taken a piece of us begs to stay together. Maybe everything I know is just made up, but

A call to arms across this golden land. The hearts of the future are pulsing in your hands. And it's on me to heal them, and it's on them to need it,

Built to walk the plank, No wagons this time, Just sails ships and hearts, We've crossed the maps of punk rock, And taken all we mock, And tied it up

against you and all around your bloody name. so you can tear me to shreds and i can beg for the forgiveness that is so popular now. i love your name

give me hell. count my bones. break thishex. let me have this satisfaction tonight and we can share a pulse. just keep in mind that this could all