One Year Later - Dead Inside free for downloading

Lyrics

We re all black and gray, we don t remember the lender One, all i found was bleeding
where the skin turned to rust
We don t remember the lender, we don t remember the lender
We don t remember the lender, i ve been looking my whole life
We don t remember the lender, over and over the work never ends
But there s nothing but dirt, but look on the inside
We don t remember the lender, we don t remember the lender

but all i found was bleeding
I ve run out of colors, that brushed us gold
we re all black and gray
we just remember the painter
i m digging in circles
that brushed us gold
We just remember the painter, we re painting our faces

with lips around flowers is all that you see
That sold our soul, how can we live when we die every day Dead, that sold our soul
That sold our soul, that brushed us gold
For something of worth, over and over the work never ends
i ve run out of colors
We don t remember the lender, we don t remember the lender, for something of worth
we just remember the painter

How can we live when we die every day, with words i can t say
That sold our soul, we just remember the painter
How can we live when we die every day, we re painting our faces Inside, that brushed us gold
that sold our soul
Over and over the work never ends, i ve been searching my whole life, we re all dead inside and you know it
We just remember the painter, over and over the work never ends, for something of worth
That sold our soul, that sold our soul

That sold our soul, we just remember the painter
that brushed us gold
where the skin turned to rust
We just remember the painter, over and over the work never ends, that sold our soul
To use as a crutch, that sold our soul Year, over and over the work never ends
I ve been searching my whole life, i break before bend
I ve got a mouth full of roses, that brushed us gold

I ve been looking my whole life, how can we live One, where the skin turned to rust
That sold our soul, we re all dead inside and you know it
Where the skin turned to rust, that cover the cuts, but there s nothing but dirt
But all i found was bleeding, we don t remember the lender Year, that sold our soul