ASG - Matadors Of The Heart lyrics

rate me

wait

the passion is ending

it fell together

and it'll fall apart and now

the dead ends are binding

the ropes 'round our necks

so how far can we stretch

the fighting

fate's fatal grip off of our graves

so trace

the failings

of kills

for thrills

let's estimate your will

the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

too high to die

built to spill

but not to break

so climb

the steps of the dead lives

they came together

and they'll come apart like smiles

and backwoods by beatings

the days into night

nights into days

we're grazing

fields of dead memories that should blaze

so trace

the failings

of kills

for thrills

let's estimate your will

the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

too high to die

built to spill

but not to break

i think i've lost my mind tonight

so i think i'll blow your mind this time

the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away

too high to die

built to spill

but not to break