Matadors Of The Heart

Wait! The passion is ending

Let's fall together and it will fall apart

And now the dead-end to finding a ropes around our necks

How far can we stretch the fighting

Face made of breath on our graves

So trace the failings of kills for thrills

Less estimation

The passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

To hide to die, built to spill, but not to break

So climb the steps of the deadlines

They came together and they'll come apart like smiles

Backwards for beatings, these days end tonight

The nights into days, were grazing

The fields of dead memories that should be

So trace the failings of kills for thrills

Less estimation

The passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

To hide to die, built to spill, but not to break

I think I've lost my mind tonight

So I think I'll blow your mind this time

The passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

To hide to die, built to spill, but not to break