Texty:
Your Name In Vain Six Counts Of Skin Deep Beauty Ep

so willingly like we're vandals in love The sweat, drips from our chins And the rotten taste on your neck, is tainted, black with lesions And your words

: Hey lets breathe together. Exhale your breath, and we'll die inside And, lets feel the burning. Just hold my hand, and we'll burn alive But I run

you run away? When I could be everything Your hand inside mine now You squeeze for comfort Now scream pretty for me My hand inside your chest As I felt your

no use and he's wagering his life He feels that he can never make it; no one could know because he fakes it, the end is waving in his palm He tears the skin