Album: Atlas (2012)

Sparks

Born of dust and stone
Dead hearts roaming a dying home
Fight leaves us all
White cloths upon the shores of time
We are but sparks in a darkened world, and yet some things were born to
Burn

The name long in your eye
Lays on my cold hard knee
If you bring the matches
I'll bring the gasoline

I'm the same bad news as you
Your're the same kind of fucked as me
I'm the same bad news as you
You're the same
You're the same as me