Luyện nghe bài hát Our Swords

Out on the sounds of banging is constant coming from your head
And desperate the calls and ringing from those wanna wring your neck
Your

Open your mouth sounds of breathing found it spilling from your
Best to be dim to the humble of traffic stepping on name

on us all falling on our own swords tonight

Chilling walk home down the roads there leading straight to your place
And look like the tin can swallows the kitchen plugging up your space

Count on us all stepping on our own toes
Count on us all on our own toes
Count on us all falling on our own tonight