Текст August Burns Red – Too Late For Roses
Текст:
Some kind of friction has scarred me, but created your new style.
My reasons to endure used to be based around who you were,
and your brilliant passion that could blaze right in front of a perfect stranger.
This is my downfall — my blemish, I’ve been told before.
Quit holding on to what she was.
She doesn’t recognize you or herself anymore.
She’s stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles,
and when it happens there will be no apologies.
She chose to collapse what held her,
and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds.
New shapes are taken, but they’re not always actual, they’re never tangible.
It’s so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing,
and having no power to stop them.
She doesn’t recognize you or herself anymore.
She’s stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles,
and when it happens there will be no apologies.
She chose to collapse what held her,
and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds.
New shapes are taken, but they’re not always actual, they’re never tangible.
It’s so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing,
and having no power to stop them.
Альбом
August Burns Red – August Burns Red - Thrill Seeker
August Burns Red – The Seventh Trumpet
August Burns Red – A Shot Below The Belt
August Burns Red – Consumer
August Burns Red – A Wish Full Of Dreams
August Burns Red – The Reflective Property
August Burns Red – Barbarian
August Burns Red – Too Late For Roses
August Burns Red – Endorphins
August Burns Red – Speech Impediment
August Burns Red – Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins