Prosthetic heroes, didn’t die before they got old. Happy days
"Who killed the time?
What's left that's mine"?
Face down in a
It's too late. It's too late. I talked. I told
coming on in full salute with conquest in their eyes.
with
This is the one Baptist. I can feel it in
Welcome home in a bodybag from the front lines of
What i got, you need in. This is the future,
When the lights went out you were shoved to the
Here’s to the end of another day. Another dream you
They've got words I never heard. All seeing eyes staring
the body's been dead not seven days, you've already fucked
Crash course in burning out I said I'd never be
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