Letras
You never were a magazine
The bullet will hit you before the sound
Before the sound
Before the sound
The atom's been split
Teeth marks in soft metal
Throw the knife at the candle
Come back as a bug
Come back as a snowdrift in a streetlight
Sin eaters rest their eyes
Too dumb to be afraid
Crawl inside a warmer simulation
A toothless ghost/ a wasted grudge
A half assed vampire sings
Bette Davis eyes
It eats time and time's what we have alone coyote south pasadena
Brevity brevity brevity brevity brevity brevity brevity
(You never were a magazine/ tearing out the pages)
We can talk before the unsaid blossoms into terrible myth
Every day I thank god for you
Soul to soul
The bullet before the sound
Hope is grace today is not tomorrow
When you stop asking I'll stop answering
Maybe the world has already ended
Soul to soul to when you stop answering
Soul to soul the bullet before the sound