Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones to glass Turn your bones to glass Mother came rushing in She said we didn't see a thing We said we didn't see a thing And father left at eight Nearly splintering the gate Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old...Learn More

Want to be special, something like your mother Want to be someone else, not me, but another Right here in this moment, I wish I could reach you I'm just a vessel far away, I see you Too many like us run out of the steeple Guess you could say I lost some faith in people Want every thought to be golden or fire I could be made out of truth, not some...Learn More