Тексты песен Thursday

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly, the stage is set, don't forget to breathe, between lines if the whole world dies, then it's safe to take the stage, these graves will stretch like l

The I.V. drips, the days drag on, The anesthetics now wearing off Adjust the light switch in the hall. This is the end. These are the last days. These are the last days. Now take our hands in a roll o

The lights go down, outside Before our cars collide So we silhouette ourselves In forty shades of fire Do you know where this is leading? I'll meet you there On the other side of the crash On the othe