Grace, pride, tell me what's your name?
Crippled will with tomorrows pill
And I feel no pain but I can't remember
Whose
to blame...
This is not my home
This is not my home
But the source was always known
Migrain
I beg, you steal, do you show
me your signs of a sin
Blistered and torn by the pure & reborn
But there re just like us and remember
Man, they cave
in...
This is not my home
This is
Migrane
Wicked g*****n bass licks war stone, do you write your name in trust?
Word to the
wise my instincts rise
All your heroes are gone and the proud
Ones have turned to dust... Seven dust...
You can kill my pride but
my heads still
Flying!
Migrain
Migrain
Migrain
Migrane
