We're filling problems with problems, it doesn't solve them.
Death never hurt the ones it left.
I'm sure I'm not the first to say that filling problems with problems doesn't solve them.
I'd never hurt the ones I left.
When dying comes easy.
We're living in a life of shadows, you’ve called us out.
Black and white we hang ourselves, we've hung ourselves.
Now the echoes are secrets.
It hasn't happened to me yet, but I'm just like them.
Hell never hurt the ones it left.
I'm sure I'm not the first to feel, it hasn't happened to us yet, but we're just like them.
Hell never hurt the ones it left.
When dying comes easy.
We're living in a life of shadows, you’ve called us out.
Black and white we hang ourselves, we've hung ourselves.
Now the echoes are secrets.
Now we won't take them out.
Let me see it.
And we will found you out.
Perfection will always doubt.
