Lyrics
God knows i m coming round the bend, afraid of the violence that hides in my bloodstream
Heartbeat this just isn t me, god knows i m coming round the bend
now the walls are caving in
Now the walls are caving in, now the walls are caving in
Gospel of empty things, to ignorant to battle with her crumbling mental state
shot off my mouth again
Gospel of empty things, that let me breathe with out you
same simple running themes
Fear of the buried things deep in his bloodstream, now the walls are caving in the, passing time is a bearer of bad news and cryptic messages
Tilting at windmills for the last time, preaching the rhetoric
On all the little things, it s simple to walk off Barrel, preaching the rhetoric
Put your head in the sand, i ve been a fool
shot off my mouth again
That let me breathe with out you, that let me breathe without you Roll!!!, it s simple to walk off
He spends each day digging deeper a hole in the ground, same simple running themes
On all the little things, that let me breathe with out you
I ve been a fool, that let me breathe without you
heartbeat is this part of me
to ignorant to battle with her crumbling mental state
Preaching the rhetoric, heartbeat this just isn t me
Gospel of petty things, shot off my mouth again Do, to ignorant to battle with her crumbling mental state
gospel of petty things
gospel of petty things
tilting at windmills for the last time
Heartbeat this just isn t me, same simple running themes
Nervously pacing, man your guns for a long night, she spends these nights standing at the end of a cliff
Put your head in the sand, gospel of petty things, transfixed on
that let me breathe with out you
God knows she s coming round the bend, it s simple to walk off and play pretend
gospel of empty things
God knows i m coming round the bend, she spends these nights standing at the end of a cliff Barrel, i ve been a fool
i ve been a fool
Fear of the buried things deep in his bloodstream, you tighten the noose Caffeine, gospel of petty things
Same simple running themes, transfixed on, shot off my mouth again
Put your head in the sand, you tighten the noose
It s simple to walk off and play pretend, preaching the rhetoric
nervously pacing