Suffering From letra

In the direction of the blood that runs from a fresh cut throat, we run down.
From the perspective of a dead man's eyes staring up at dead men walking tall.
We face up to look down.
We breathe out just to hear something else.
There's a connection like a mid-air collision makes a point to kiss each other goodbye.
By the looks on your faces, I bet you've never seen blood run this thin and cold.
It goes down like ocean water breathed into the lungs, like glass swallowed and spit up.

Young Livers - Letras

• A Sad State In Affairs
• A Shortness Of Breath
• All The Wretched
• Born In Vein
• Drinks Are Our Amnesty
• Dust & Desire
• Fair Well
• Finger To The Pulse
• From The Throat
• In Rapid Succession
• Means Of Buoyancy
• Non Monumental
• Nothing But Teeth
• Of Misery And
• Paper Lions
• Suffering From
• The Just And The Submission
• The Other Side Of The Pendulum
• The Small Hours