Broke the Blue Songtext
von A18

Warfare running shy of the price
I took the last of 89 knives from my back
Cold and empty all at once
It′s not a riddle it's just where I′m at
Falling faster from me and you
Just below and far beyond plain of sight
Distance unworthy of repair
So I'll burn the bridge and destroy the device
Smile so painful to this mouth
Bore with kindness like a birthmark
We'll verse in the art of goodbye
Reach in my pocket and pull
To cut the scars on my heart
Cut it off
Cut it out
Cut it out
Just walk out your door
Cut
We crossed the median strike


Said I′m the bottom class
Squeezing the juice while I soak in this blood bath
On the leash of disorder I breed
Machines of ill will wreaked and paved over me
These promises prone to decompose
Skirt my greed
Lobby of the hip just cutting my losses
Born red, die a slave
Unconscious and sinking fast
Throwing up a car when my lungs snap
Disappearance of the sun never raised an eyebrow
Twist my mouth until the circulation ends
Pull me deep until the light blurs and bends
Hold me until every bubble has broke the bloom
Make this the last air between me and you
Hold me until every bubble has broke the bloom
Make this the last air between me and you
Between me and you
Hold me until every bubble has broke the bloom