Paint It Black
bliss
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Underneath our feet; broken glass and concrete.
These kids don't walk alone; they own these city streets.
Of course they know that freedom sometimes stings.
Halogen halos, two wheels for wings.
Cranes loom like gallows overhead,
and the setting sun paints the sky blood red.
But outside it's exactly how I want it to be.
We're finally free.
The squeal of brakes and the last strains
of "That's How I Escaped My Certain Fate."
These are the sounds that keep our mothers up late.
- Álbum:
- Invisible
- Amnesia
- Surrender
- New Lexicon
- CVA
- Paradise
- Invisible - EP
- AMP Magazine Presents, Volume 1: Hardcore
- Location Is Everything, Volume 1
- Location Is Everything, Volume 2
- Demo
- It Hits the Fan, Volume 1
- Exclusive Emusic Sampler
- Prisoners of War: A Benefit for Peter Young
- Harvest of Hope Fest
- Bridge Nine Summer Compilation 2009
- Take Action! Volume 3
- Location Is Everything, Vol. 1
- Take Action Compilation Vol. 3
- Location Is Everything Vol. 2