Letras:
Thursday Full Collapse

Tuesday wakes up silent And there aren't enough pills to sleep (Cut out) Like a miswired shortwave radio It's over But nothing can change to make this

I will never even close my eyes) If the sun is on its way then we will never die And we'll follow these tracks to the sight Now the lungs collapse and

With fists raised high in tightened knots The room explodes and now this blood is on your hands And there is no time for a second chance To paint my

Just ahead I see you winding up And you're dressing this Of color on the edge of fire Until these tightened strides They march in time again I don't

Let's call this the quiet city Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night The sides we take

Splintered piece of glass Falls in the seat and gets caught Broken windows, open locks Reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look away

In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts And the exit sign offers no light to see by Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark? I can't see

Write these words back down inside We have burned their villages and all the people in them died We adopt their customs and everything they say we

Let's call this the quiet city: Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night The sides