Text: Biffy Clyro. Blackened Sky. Solution Devices.

want it feel it
is what you say
our turn our turn
fuck you and all your games

who'd have ever thought you would beg for death
to take the pain
recently corruption in your mind will shut you down

want it feel it
take what you gave
my turn my turn
wasn't born to be your slave


tonight
when we ride
it is such a relief to get outside
when we ride
it is such a relief to get outside
when we ride
it is such a
when we ride
it is such a