Laulunsanoja:
Idle Sons Sixteen Seasons

Break yourself Down again This is your only ploy to make it up You come back around Now you will only Break my bones then come back again It's overexposure

Okay I'll wait Disappear You disappear Scratched the surface of love Too late Self distruction awaits Every time Every time I believe in you That's

Last shot At this second chance Broken down romance The gun that's in your heart is in your hand I know That you suffocate And there's hell to pay And

My name is silence I live within One taste of violence One taste of skin It could be none It could be none other It could be none It could be none other

I can't destroy myself For things set upon the shelf, or Those days when you played the whore You're waging a war you can't win You die Inside The one

This evening I am wasting borrowed time This evening I'm your restless alibi Believe me You can trust me when I lie Decieve me You're put to rest through

Stuck on a feeling I'm high on believing That you've come back again This Indian summer A snowfall in June Show up uninvited I'm leaving with you soon

Did you think it was over Before it could even begin Did you think that I held you For too long And wore my welcome thin Did you know I was watching

I can't destroy myself For things set upon the shelf, or Those days when you played the whore You're waging a war you can't win You die Inside The one