I see your kind, I know your game
Surviving on the soul of a song
From the guilt that should eat at your mind
When you lay down to sleep
So many precious lives lost
Picking up the shattered dreams broken by you
When you're cut down to size we will look down
I think it's safe to assume
Don't feed off a loss or a win
The reward is to survive
Inhaling hope into your black heart
No guilt no shame once again empty words are to blame
- Breaking the Broken
- Expect the Unexpected
- What If...?
- When the Link Becomes Mis..
- Cut Down
- The Fragile Art of Existe..
- 1. Breaking the Broken
- 2. Expect the Unexpected
- 3. Consumed
- 4. Spirit Crusher
- 5. What If...?
- 6. Cut Down
- 7. The Fragile Art of Existe..
- 8. When the Link Becomes Mis..
- 9. Believe