Whisteria Cottage

Pathology Of Our Existence
We are driven to failure But my blood will not be shed A resilience of greater fortitude. To the forefront of our admiration of a bastard. creating a life of worthiness, when is it my time to shine? Fractured yet he is still swinging strong Finally earning a right to be apart. Designed for identical reconstruction. I was born to start this change, worry for the weak, yet cry for the strong. In a world where everything is wrong we look in ourselves. We are the ones that belong (Thanks to jesse for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania