Тексты песен A Faith Called Chaos

The space around our carved hearts Is littered with, evidence Evidence of time well spent (Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.) We let it be till someone else looks in, And then it's out the door I

We built this town Bitter lips like cigarettes Given all she's got to give I'm feeling worse cause it's Never enough Broken hands can only give so much Wanting trying I hate this city I hate this city