My memory haunts like a ghost
I'm not sold on dying alone
Step back, fall flat, I'm the first to collapse on my own
I refuse to sleep in silence
Your breath was so hard to replace
We're a dying breed
Of love before war
Of thought before getting our bodies involved
My words are quarantined inside my mouth
Let's hope the truth doesn't get out




I'm in a Touche Amore kinda mood