(Quick!) We have the ransom
Tell me how that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs
(Below!) There's no more chances
So tell me now that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs The Ransom, by Escape The Fate
Magically, I've turned tragedy, into melodies, over catchy things.
It comes so naturally, so smooth and casually.
That's why they call me king, of the music scene.
Lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala...
I hate the fact that I'm breathing. I don't promote anything
Everyone talks to you bout their problems or that you are beautiful etc. You always say you're fine and everything is great. But I swear it isn't. I swear you're not all right. But you're saying this to let everyone believe that everything is all right.
☣I'm a mess of cracked ribs and pain pills☣
“i’ll be your shoulder to cry on, but the drug that you die on”—i can be your painkiller
“i hope you can’t go anywhere without tasting me like blood in your mouth”—you get what you deserve
“Her choices were clear:
Keep on feeling this pain
Or stop living and never feel again”—
“She wasn’t cutting herself, she was drawing her path to her painful grave”—
“Her wrists were in the constant need of bleeding”—
Forever lost, trying to find a place where I can be happy.