i've got my back against the wall. i've got my
feet planted firmly in this... i break the surface
to breath again for the first time. chill november
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Hmcj ]air burns my nostrils. (a fleeting moment - soon
stolen). and i can never look at this the same
again... (there are two types of people in
thisworld... the dead, and the dying.)