friend swallow hard and breath deep blur the lines
where rhythm dies. you can tell the lies that
we've swallowed by the time it took to choke
them down. the wrists have been slit and stiched
and our conscience have been left hallowed.
we've been brought up to be brought down
and im not buying it.
BLUR THE LINES WHERE RHYTHM DIES
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Pigs
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Wasted
Wasted
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Bastards
Dying By Degrees
Division
Division
Blinders
Blinders
Little Death
Little Death
Standing Still Fast
The Part You Left Out