Lyrics

After the bombs have fallen After the words have left my lung Inching the choke along Testing the water with my tongue The whole scene's fading As if the walls are caving in Have to up the medicine Hamper the tender one Temper the valor, it may scold Limping under the tongue The patient or father, who's at fault? Last time I swore, no lies, no regrets Still the problem hasn't been addressed You bastards command me I pace the salvation plea You bastards command me I pace the salvation plea The whole scene's fading As if the walls are caving in Have to up the medicine Last time I swore, no lies, no regrets Still the problem hasn't been addressed
Writer(s): Matthew Patrick Pryor, Robert Pope, Ryan Pope, James Matthew Dewees, James Suptic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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