Texty písní The Amity Affliction

The Amity Affliction

Slit The Tear Ducts

burn these bodies,

discard these broken hearts

tomorrow lets make an oath

to never be rid of this austerity.

slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.

there was a call for you

to approach the end,

embrace the sadness..

so start the car but don't go anywhere,

you'll hate

wherever you end up.

believe me,

these wounds won't heal,

take thoughts from within your mind,

these wounds won't,

they wont heal at all..

burn these bodies,

discard these broken hearts tomorrow

lets make an oath to never be rid of austerity,

so slit the tear ducts and

bleed them dry.

kill the pulse doctor,

electrocute the patient,

his actions rendered me mute.

believe me, these wounds won't heal..

now I can see photographs departing

in smoke stacks sending signs of relief,

now departing,

in smoke stacks sending signs of relief, burn

these bodies, slit the tear ducts, bleed them dry..