Žodžiai dainai: Amoral. Decrowning. Bleeder.

Burning a hole in the back of my neck
It will always come back to this
For a second I looked away and it got the job done
I say that I understand
but I'm not sure that I do
If I only could have those few minutes back...

We're the ones who made it happen
I alone made it all come down
The point of no return is purifying

Retrospecting for all the wrong reasons
Pointing fingers to numb out the pain
Distorting the truth with a good dose of make-belief
I will have to live with this for the rest of my life
and that will take me to my grave

We're the ones who made it happen
I alone made it all come down
The point of no return, it's purifying