I need to get out of this town
I want to feel alive
I need to feel the fire
Because I'm dead inside
I can't kiss a thing,
Without tasting ash
You're the last good thing
That made my armor crack
Now it's rusting down
And I'm feeling the burn
God I'm chasing this town
A jail I did nothing to earn
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
I need to get out of this town
I want to feel alive
I need to feel the fire
Because I'm dead inside
I can't kiss a thing,
Without tasting ash
You're the last good thing
That made my armor crack
Now it's rusting down
And I'm feeling the burn
God I'm chasing this town
A jail I did nothing to earn
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