• Brok-It's
  • Broken Hands
    And it's a poor boy who's alive at best And mistakes the pulse inside his chest For the cartiledge between his legs And it's all he knows It's all he knows And...
  • It's Not An Embrace When Your Arms Are Nailed Open
    So this is how it ends Those bloody hands that healed so many Well it's funny how they yell "So heal yourself" This is why you came to die in shame For all thos...