Lyrics

Weak little creature looking for answers Maybe there's nothing you can believe in now? Just hold up your ashes And burn to the other side There's no use in looking up Weak little creature made for disaster Maybe there's something you can believe in now? Just turn it to ashes And burn to other side If I could just be Then you would just burn Hands over feet Bow down and bleed Suffer for me
Writer(s): Mario Quintero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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