Tragic Heroes
Duration
4:21
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Description
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Lyrics
Can you even hear the music I breathe out? It seems a part of me has died inside. What would you do buried six feet under doubt? That shovel you've got has no use Caught in a storm in the chill of night A trembling hand of the cold and fright With a breeze that can carry the tortured cries As a war with a beast manifests inside Can you even see the colors I bleed out? They spill in perfect pattern now In my own mind, my skin obscured These scars will wash away, I'm sure So, for now, I say my goodbye. No dont go Breathe If the chemistry is violent, when the images and sounds collide, Will we dance across the clouds? It's so real
