Backyard Babies. Stockholm Syndrome. A Song For The Outcast. Zeneszám

Roses are red
the seed has been spread
Three can keep a secret if two of them's dead
Blood on their hands cut family bands
not enough life without been giving a chance

Are we meant to be angels falling
or do we live to survive?
This illusion ain't my way when everybody's walking out on

On the road to a strict perfection
Only the beauty live to tell
This is the source of all the infections
Jaded
but I won't fade out with you

Monster's been fed
thousands ahead
It's all in your books
but has never been said

I color my art
black for my heart
Run until I run no more
I'm back from the start

Are we meant to be angels falling
or do we live to survive?
This illusion ain't my way when everybody's walking out on

On the road to a strict perfection
Only the beauty live to tell
This is the source of all the infections
Jaded
but I won't fade out with you

No, I won't fade out with you
Living our life love self-destruction
No, I won't fade out with you