Spitfire Songtext
von Climb

I can′t see me anymore
Picking my mouth up off the floor

Never stop picking at the scabs
Sunken to the floor just like my dad

Still 5'8" with a god complex
Still gonna fear what′s coming next

Get your gun and come at me
There's not much left for us to see


Eyes bled through the lids again
Teeth are gonna grind until the end

Fading doom will fill your head
Seeing ghosts doesn't mean you′re dead

Eyes bled through the lids again
Teeth are gonna grind until the end

Fading doom will fill your head
Seeing ghosts doesn′t mean you're dead

Here is where I′m a painting
A statue that can bleed


It doesn't know what you′re losing
It can be what you need