hold your breath. Return and you will find me. If somehow I should forget, I'll have this song to remind me. With one hand pinned to your chest And
and hold your breath. Return and you will find me. If somehow I should forget, I'll have this song to remind me. With one hand pinned to your chest And
Answering the call of God like a child obeying Preaching the very same power they killed Martin for saying But you can't break the mold and not holding your breath Thought if I died for
they in a better place now I fear not what the future holds But more what the future unfolds 'Cause I'm dying each time That I breathe in life without
could only find what is left me. So much for letting go when you have nothing left to hold. The words that slid off your tongue, my everything. Your
Hold in your last breath and stare Assure me your metronomes' left arm stick shift Is stuck on the right words in your ear Did you hear me loud and clear
sweat it So you can keep your sports on hold Fuck soccer, the shit that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold I just cool around the block and hold down the
Holding it all I couldn?t breath Coming across I didn?t know I couldn?t get up B is for believing you'd always be here for me E is for everything
lying Posing for your still visions Acedemic postcard prisons Raise your chin, love Purged a poem I swore was finished Heaping lines half chewed unconscious Settle on a plot, chalk another loss
stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time for tea and a time for expiring And the notice to quit is in the post: And you should know: your
over that stretch, into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clearcode. I'm at loss for words, but i know a lot of words for loss got
over that strech into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clear coat i'm at a loss for words, but i know a lot of words for loss i
anchor's up, your ship has been sailed Close your eyes to fight The demons deep within your mind Satisfy your worst intentions I'm your sacrifice Dressing yourself up to kill You do this for
soldier, unknown grave On his dying words, he prays Tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your
is war Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose Don't have the cure for Holding on to your
anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this ***** breathing ***** on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for
near The gift of life Treasure it, for it is pure Embrace it with all your heart Not a thousand years of pain Would be worth the loss of this I hold for
with your lack of trust in yourself With your loss of words, design your fate Don't burden me with your lack of trust in yourself With your loss of words, design your
