Vārdi: The Beloved. Failure On. Defect from Decay.

A simple defect from decay
Unraveled words are left to fray
And to avoid

If you swallow all your pride
And you would choke on every word
You hide behind

So face yourself
And bury those useless words
That mean nothing to me

So face yourself
And bury those useless words
That mean nothing to me

Face yourself
Bury those useless words
That mean nothing to me

Your bitterness will bury you
Faster than your words ever could
Your bitterness will bury you
Faster than your words ever could

Your bitterness will bury you
Faster than your words ever could
Your bitterness will bury you
Faster than your words ever could

You've taken arms against yourself
This is the end I answer to it you fake
You've taken arms against yourself
This is the end I answer to it you fake

You've taken arms against yourself
This is the end I answer to it you fake
You've taken arms against yourself
This is the end I answer to it you fake

You fake
You fake
You fake