Текст песни Bite To Break Skin - Senses Fail
                                                So 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                take 
                                                this 
                                                medicine
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                quench 
                                                my 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                violent 
                                                things.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                swan 
                                                song 
                                                will
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                bullet 
                                                laced 
                                                in 
                                                anger
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                razor 
                                                cuts 
                                                the 
                                                soft 
                                                spot 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                heel.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Each 
                                                Breath) 
                                                It's 
                                                getting 
                                                slower.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (This 
                                                war) 
                                                It's 
                                                getting 
                                                harder
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                fight 
                                                by 
                                                myself.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Sick 
                                                Waves) 
                                                    A 
                                                bitter 
                                                fashion.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Rip 
                                                Down) 
                                                this 
                                                shield 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                have.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tears 
                                                rain 
                                                from 
                                                above.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                    I 
                                                lead?
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                follow 
                                                me 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                bleed 
                                                the 
                                                poisons 
                                                dry.
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                bayonet 
                                                scars 
                                                never 
                                                seize
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                blind 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                shed 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                beast
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                we 
                                                do 
                                                is 
                                                hate.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Eyes 
                                                Shot) 
                                                from 
                                                constant 
                                                visions.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Angels) 
                                                Rendered 
                                                useless
 
                                    
                                
                                                Good 
                                                has 
                                                lost 
                                                its 
                                                heart.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                    I 
                                                lead?
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                follow 
                                                me 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    i 
                                                will 
                                                bleed 
                                                the 
                                                poisons 
                                                dry.
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                you 
                                                [x2]
 
                                    
                                
                                                (For 
                                                you!) 
                                                [x3]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bite 
                                                to 
                                                break 
                                                skin.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                give 
                                                the 
                                                secret.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                stoic 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beating 
                                                with 
                                                passion
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Phoenix 
                                                will 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                the 
                                                firestorm.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                the 
                                                son.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Follow 
                                                my 
                                                footsteps. 
                                                [x2]
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Tie Her Down
2 Lady in a Blue Dress
3 You're Cute When You Scream
4 Buried a Lie
5 Bite To Break Skin
6 Rum Is for Drinking, Not for Burning
7 Slow Dance
8 Choke On This
9 NJ Falls Into the Atlantic
10 Let It Enfold You
11 Irony of Dying On Your Birthday
12 Angela Baker and My Obsession With Fire
13 Martini Kiss
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