Текст песни The Mind Of A Grimes

Loaded down ready to end it all.
Coming this far can't be a nothing.
Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes.
Martyrs this blood makes.
Digging the graves for the valleydale saints.
Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine.
Such a sweet goodbye.
Years brought me to this moment and these plans are what young dreams are made of.Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster - The Mind Of A Grimes - http://ru.motolyrics.com/maylene-and-the-sons-of-disaster/the-mind-of-a-grimes-lyrics.html
You're laying silent but I thought you ruled this town.
Never second guess revenge.
Not much for fast lines, to me it's just a ride.
Knowing your burning tonight.
Sympathy's for the weak.
Born to make false models become one with their disease.
A psychotic dream you hear him calling.
The Lord helps those who seek relief.