Texty piesní Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

Lady At The Gate

Not many run in with the blade.

Just always missing the worst but it always comes.

Praying to a savior you never loved.

They said you made it.

A few of us disagree.

Compliments of the red letter king.

You've made me numb and it's all my fault.

My, my I think I've become one of the weak.

Maybe I should be leaving give you quite the resting.

Forgotten what happiness feels like.

I'm the hypocrite you wrote about.