歌词
What’s the point of living if you’re always looking back?
And when you fail?
Should have had that last [revenge / preventions]
You can’t escape this hell
Haunting whispers of your death are howling through your ears
Things won’t listen, it’s because we’re [the demons?] of your worst fears
We are the devil of ourselves
Nothing left in the mines that built us
Brick by brink, we can suck at this [tragedy?]
Burn it down until there’s nothing left
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Brick by brink, we can suck at this [tragedy?]
Burn it down until there’s nothing lеft