R Fit For Rivals все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Pass this on as my epilogue.
Heartless, selfish, alone they'll fall.
Light the match, breathe in deep I cried.
Lock the doors, let them burn inside.
Cut off your hands there's no escaping.
You try to get up to severe the craving.
Redrawn, appease this con, and recess back to what you've become.
The end is neigh, fading into night.