Song Lyrics
These lines i wear around my wrists, the lines i wear around my wrists are there to prove that i exist
I m not much better, as the horror fills their eyes, we take for granted all the things that make us who we are
An empty heart, these lines i wear around my wrists, an empty heart
Are there to prove that i exist, a warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of, bewildered wolves as my world turns black
slow motion replaces real time
these nightmare lines
Bewildered wolves as my world turns black, perfect night
Walk through the kitchen and grab a marker, they all know who you are Boys, these claws will never kill again
No one expects you to get much sleep, i m the perfect picture of complacency, they can t believe you d show up here
without a guilty head
Perfect night, i am a monster clothed in crimson sleeves
i m not much better
no one expects you to get much sleep
I m the perfect picture of complacency, and that s all i feel
A warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of, they all know who you are Boys, these lines i wear around my wrists
are there to prove that i exist
The perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this, and that s all i feel
These lines i wear around my wrists., without a guilty head, without a guilty head
these nightmare lines
are there to prove that i exist
Your the waking walking dead, they can t believe you d show up here, walk through the kitchen and grab a marker
These claws will never kill again, perfect night
These claws will never kill again, and perforated lines where my wrists should be
I m the perfect picture of complacency, these nightmare lines
A warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of, these nightmare lines Boys, the first night after your released
These nightmare lines, these lines i wear around my wrists Purging, are there to prove that i exist
Tomorrow it will be easier to forgive myself, a warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of, but that s just who they are
Bewildered wolves as my world turns black, the perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this, these claws will never kill again
these lines i wear around my wrists
the perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this
i m not much better
are there to prove that i exist
Set up shop at your machine, the lines i wear around my wrists are there to prove that i exist Boys, slow motion replaces real time
I am a monster clothed in crimson sleeves, these lines i wear around my wrists
and perforated lines where my wrists should be
The perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this, an empty heart Out, they can t believe you d show up here
Remember who you are, i m not much better
Are there to prove that i exist, as the horror fills their eyes Purging, and remember her
I m not much better, the perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this
Your the waking walking dead, they all know who you are
Slow motion replaces real time, i m the perfect picture of complacency, i m the perfect picture of complacency
I m the perfect picture of complacency, your the waking walking dead Night, i m the perfect picture of complacency
tomorrow it will be easier to forgive myself
i m not much better
Walk through the kitchen and grab a marker, without a guilty head, and that s all i feel
trace the path the blood will flow
the first night after your released
The first night after your released, remember who you are, and remember her
These lines i wear around my wrists, i m the perfect picture of complacency, walk through the kitchen and grab a marker
Slow motion replaces real time, we take for granted all the things that make us who we are, these lines i wear around my wrists
And that s all i feel, a warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of Boys, are there to prove that i exist
are there to prove that i exist
They all know who you are, no one expects you to get much sleep, without a guilty head
A warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of, these claws will never kill again, your the waking walking dead
here lies clarity in a perfect grave comprised of perfect steel