Versuri Funeral For A Friend - High Castles
I speak in metaphor it's the only thing that makes sense to me a description of a time that I'll never feel again and hopeless romantics they wont save me from pissing on the friendships that have made me In memory the brightest lights are fading I'm on my knees waiting for the changes Words are weapons, in this modern warfare on a piece of paper or on a billboard. It breaks the back it rapes the truth for another f*****g lie, the words are weapons in these crucial times. I'm just trying to figure out if this will kill me or make me stronger (every day). Words are weapons they are our shields Words are weapons, fist by fist.