wait
the passion is ending
it fell together
and it'll fall apart and now
the dead ends are binding
the ropes 'round our necks
so how far can we stretch
the fighting
fate's fatal grip off of our graves
so trace
the failings
of kills
for thrills
let's estimate your will
the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
too high to die
built to spill
but not to break
so climb
the steps of the dead lives
they came together
and they'll come apart like smiles
and backwoods by beatings
the days into night
nights into days
we're grazing
fields of dead memories that should blaze
so trace
the failings
of kills
for thrills
let's estimate your will
the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
too high 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
too high to die
built to spill
but not to break
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