Police John, Police Red letra

Good friend, i know that you can't see with your hands on your eyes.
I tried. You lied.
No more taking chances.
No more chances.
Your face is a mask, i can feel it.
No one is a sucker for you.
If i could, i would, i would steal it.
I'd steal it away from you to breathe.
I'm holding my passage.
I fall to the ground.
You are laughing at me.
You are dying, you fool.
A death parade, this way comes.
I'm holding a banner of white.
I hear them stomping, wearing upside down smiles.
I spit to make mud.
And i drown myself in.
I'm digging you out from a downgrade
and i'm dragging you under the stairs to breathe.
Come armageddon.

Training For Utopia - Letras

• 50,000 Screaming TFU Fans Can't Be Wrong
• A Gift To A Dying Friend
• A Good Feeling
• Brother Hezakiah
• Burning Match In Hand
• Burt Reynolds Vs. Godzilla
• Dead Signal
• Everything, Including The Stars, Is Falling
• Falling Cycle
• Gift To a Dying Friend
• Human Shield
• Modus Operandi
• New York City is overrated
• One Zero One
• Plastic Sould Impalement
• Police John, Police Red
• Pretty Picture Of Lies
• Seeing-Eye Fruit Bat
• Single Handed Attempt At Revolution
• Skin Like Winter
• Tennessee Midget
• The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine
• The State Of Wyoming Is Worthless
• Thoughtless Reminders
• Two Hands
• Walk On By, Walk On Me (The Pianist's Prophecy)
• White Boy's Burden