Letras
Lit your cigarette
Under the bright lights
Stare at silhouettes
In the dead of midnight
Hello, hello, hello, hello, you know
How to let go
Light your cigarette
Burn down to the filter
Inhaling your regrets
Tastes like winter
Hello, hello, hello, hello, you know
Fucking let's go
Templar mom, you can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one below this sun
Our television's never on
Templar mom, you can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one below this sun
Our television's never on
Crush your cigarette
With the fire inside you
Dump your ashes to the ground
In a shade of dirt blue
Hello, hello, hello, hello, you know
Fucking let's go
Templar mom, you can't run
Satellite trace everything you've done
From day one below this sun
Our television's never on
Templar mom, where do you run?
We monitor and track everywhere you've gone
For so long under the gun
Our television's never on
Templar mom
Templar mom
Templar mom