Texty:
Funeral For A Friend The Young Defenceless Ep

everyone they meet until we?re singing the same damned song I have blood on the brain I see red like a snake Clearing way for the armies of out demise

Living something careless Just sixteen all over Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms Beating hearts against a tide of one Young and defenceless, a

I?m not giving up on you or anyone I know I have a feeling, at the bottom of this glass Everything will pass, at least not for us So sing it loud Damned

There?s a point to make That sometimes goes unheard Like the blood in your veins You often forget What we are is a species on the brink Who?ll be left