Текст песни
Folded flags against their hearts, on black coffins in the dark, the buildings breathe each time they sway
coarse with blood
i d rather die
It s coming clear, come on let s
For the chance of gold, this city grieves, for the chance of gold
Sell our soul, i gave up on this godforsaken sight
And i swore this place was once alive, coarse with blood, i would rather chase them down
They ll crush you from the top, save our lives Roses, bodies hurled up on the wheels
Raindrops spill like dirt and roses, coming clear, for the chance of gold
Come on let s, i d rather die
and we ll live each passing day
They try to set alight, we ll never sell our soul
Not yet corpses, and we ll live each passing day
Like fallen soldiers on these fields, coming clear
I would rather chase them down, they try to set alight
coming clear
Raindrops spill like dirt and roses, the buildings breathe each time they sway, coming clear
we spared our lives
Bodies hurled up on the wheels, save our lives And, i swear we tried
then we ll rue each passing day
Oblivious to our decay, the buildings breathe each time they sway
Oblivious to our decay, coming clear Roses, from the coming tide
Like fallen soldiers on these fields, but if we sell our soul
Save our lives, i gave up on this godforsaken sight, but if we sell our soul
I would rather chase them down, drop by drop
i would rather chase them down