Matadors Of The Heart - ASG

Wait!

The passion is ending

Lets fall together and it will fall apart

And now the dead-end to finding the ropes round our necks

So how far can we stretch the fighting

Face made of death on our graves

So trace the failings of kills for thrills

Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break

So climb the steps of the deadlines

They came together and the’ll come apart

Like smiles, backwards for beatings, these days end tonight

The nights into days, were grazing

The fields of dead memories that should be

So trace the failings of kills for thrills

Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break

I think ive lost my mind tonight

So i think ill blow your mind, this time

The passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break