1. DEADHORSE

With the past, haunting my every move or every step I ever Take
So heartless, and cold is what describes the life we live.

What does it take?
To put your fucking heart back,
Where it belongs.
What does it take?
To free the sheep and the fool,
That resides in you

Just residing in you

Time was the weight driving me to the brink.
For what is worth and what is mine,
It can never contest truth
I breathe the man for who I am.
Can't judge me for this is where I stand.

Stand up coward, life is what you make of it.
Is this your downfall?

So take a look at this very life you fucking call your own,
Is this everything you deem, perfect for the perfect ending?

Perfect, perfect for the end.
Perfect the end
Perfect the end
Perfect the end
Perfect for the dead