These Words
Your words speak
Through the everly haunted trees.
Consumed in dark spirits
Waiting for you to kill them
Yet you want to kill me
So we may be
You let these words consume you
As death does for me
My blood is cold
Dead inside these veins
Let me bleed in this death
Let me bleed in this death
Through the everly haunted trees.
Consumed in dark spirits
Waiting for you to kill them
Yet you want to kill me
So we may be
You let these words consume you
As death does for me
My blood is cold
Dead inside these veins
Let me bleed in this death
Let me bleed in this death