Matadors Of The Heart

Wait!
The passion is ending
Lets fall together and it will fall apart
And now the dead-end to finding the ropes round our necks
So how far can we stretch the fighting
Face made of death on our graves
So trace the failings of kills for thrills
Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break
So climb the steps of the deadlines
They came together and the’ll come apart
Like smiles, backwards for beatings, these days end tonight
The nights into days, were grazing
The fields of dead memories that should be
So trace the failings of kills for thrills
Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break
I think ive lost my mind tonight
So i think ill blow your mind, this time
The passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break