Atreyu - The Theft Lyrics
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The Theft
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What Are The Lyrics For The Theft By Atreyu?
He bends and he breaks
If you kiss it will take away His passion, his pain, his brain he excels A thousand black flowers explode Into butterflies as they're away Rip them, I'll take them Burn to coals as they crush And leave nothing that Resembles a soul of a man See him numb, see him crushed See him numb, see him crushed Rip them, I'll take them Burn to coals as they crush And leave nothing that Resembles a soul of a man Leave him numb, leave him crushed Leave him numb, leave him crushed Just a fire inside one too many times He's burning over and out now he fails Up against the raging tides No more fights Everything you ever wanted to see I see it in his eyes One more time, one more time My time to test the waters My hands feel like they're rusting away So obvious, so numb, I can leave before the slaughter I'll stay here, as long as you let me Decisions, then, made obvious, and while they're in tune Where I started, I'll stay there When I'm finished I'll wither away Rip them, I'll take them Burn to coals as they crush And leave nothing that Resembles a soul of a man See him numb, see him crushed See him numb, see him crushed Rip them, I'll take them Burn to coals as they crush And leave nothing that Resembles a soul of a man Leave him numb, leave him crushed Leave him numb, leave him crushed |
Who Wrote The Theft By Atreyu?
Brandon Saller, Daniel Jacobs, Ektor Varkatzas, Marc Mcknight, Travis Miguel
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