| Song | Play The Tune Or Die |
| Artist | Killing the Dream |
| Album | Killing the Dream |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It all breaks down. | |
| I’m not giving up tonight. | |
| Let’s call this giving in. | |
| I’m going down and | |
| I’m so sick of fighting. | |
| So tired from another dreamless sleep. | |
| Afraid to try again. | |
| Afraid I’ll see the truth, a half-hearted war for nothing. | |
| I’ve got nothing to gain. | |
| Four walls crack as blood runs down broken hands. | |
| Another broken thought goes unsaid as | |
| I lay still. | |
| I’m still the only one who sees. | |
| Indifference is a gift from time, slowly taking over. | |
| This bottle’s almost dry. | |
| The car is skidding and | |
| I can’t feel the wheel. | |
| So we’ll just wait, and we’ll scream. | |
| We’ll scream but no one will hear. | |
| So save your breath. | |
| Just save your breath. | |
| My words come out twisted, mangled, and coated in broken glass. | |
| It hurts as much to say as | |
| I know it does to hear, but | |
| I don’t think | |
| I care anymore. |
| It all breaks down. | |
| I' m not giving up tonight. | |
| Let' s call this giving in. | |
| I' m going down and | |
| I' m so sick of fighting. | |
| So tired from another dreamless sleep. | |
| Afraid to try again. | |
| Afraid I' ll see the truth, a halfhearted war for nothing. | |
| I' ve got nothing to gain. | |
| Four walls crack as blood runs down broken hands. | |
| Another broken thought goes unsaid as | |
| I lay still. | |
| I' m still the only one who sees. | |
| Indifference is a gift from time, slowly taking over. | |
| This bottle' s almost dry. | |
| The car is skidding and | |
| I can' t feel the wheel. | |
| So we' ll just wait, and we' ll scream. | |
| We' ll scream but no one will hear. | |
| So save your breath. | |
| Just save your breath. | |
| My words come out twisted, mangled, and coated in broken glass. | |
| It hurts as much to say as | |
| I know it does to hear, but | |
| I don' t think | |
| I care anymore. |
| It all breaks down. | |
| I' m not giving up tonight. | |
| Let' s call this giving in. | |
| I' m going down and | |
| I' m so sick of fighting. | |
| So tired from another dreamless sleep. | |
| Afraid to try again. | |
| Afraid I' ll see the truth, a halfhearted war for nothing. | |
| I' ve got nothing to gain. | |
| Four walls crack as blood runs down broken hands. | |
| Another broken thought goes unsaid as | |
| I lay still. | |
| I' m still the only one who sees. | |
| Indifference is a gift from time, slowly taking over. | |
| This bottle' s almost dry. | |
| The car is skidding and | |
| I can' t feel the wheel. | |
| So we' ll just wait, and we' ll scream. | |
| We' ll scream but no one will hear. | |
| So save your breath. | |
| Just save your breath. | |
| My words come out twisted, mangled, and coated in broken glass. | |
| It hurts as much to say as | |
| I know it does to hear, but | |
| I don' t think | |
| I care anymore. |