Them.
Them.
With this tear,
(Oh, they call them memories),
With this knife,
(They called that one murder),
With this hand,
(And they called me a criminal),
I thee wed,
(Never again, never again).
"I don't",
And now the lights are flashing,
Waves are crashing,
I heard them screaming,
"Please let me back in!"
But there's nothing left,
In this broken land,
For them.
_________________________
Er.. What do you all think?
With this tear,
(Oh, they call them memories),
With this knife,
(They called that one murder),
With this hand,
(And they called me a criminal),
I thee wed,
(Never again, never again).
"I don't",
And now the lights are flashing,
Waves are crashing,
I heard them screaming,
"Please let me back in!"
But there's nothing left,
In this broken land,
For them.
_________________________
Er.. What do you all think?