Teksty:
Dillinger Escape Plan Miss Machine

You'd never imagine us bringing a loaded gun to the ballroom this party's about to kick off tonight is the wrong night the devil's own are only starting

First off let me say you look so tired... rest your head and shut your eyes empty ambition blankets the sky... I'm thinking 'bout another world tonight

Take fire out of heaven's clenched fist cracks slip between my desire to keep your broken heart bleeding just hold tight and tell another fucking joke

Motions that make gods cringe running in circles as fast as we can take what you can 'cause now it's all over run hot and cold to break the skin and

Well they said we'd tear ourselves apart and it turns out they were right 'cause I've never seen you so weak and so far out of breath and I never saw