And I`ve Mất tích all faith in this blurring light.
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We`re storming through this,despite what`s right.
One final fight for this tonight.
Whoa-oh-oh
With Knives and Pens we made our plight.
Lay your tim, trái tim down,the ends in sight.
Conscious begs for bạn to do whats right.
Everyday its still the same dull knife.
stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight for this tonight
Whoa-oh-oh
With Knives and Pens we made our plight.
Whoa-oh-oh.
And I cant go on without your love,you lost,you never held on.
We tried our best,turn out the light turn out the light!
One final fight for this tonight.
Whoa-oh-oh
With Knives and Pens we made our plight.
Whoa-oh-oh.
And I cant go on without your love,you lost,you never held on.
We tried our best to turn out the light,turn out the light!
