Artist: Twelve Tribes
Song Title: Still
Witness the end of yourself and write it all down in your blood fiend
For the taste of spilling words beneath your tongue,
For when I spoke of you I stole the day and bled the sun awaiting home
Where hand held innocence is fueling life and pain and love

Bleed through me and we'll be still forever after no movement
No breathing she swore she'd always care for me these secrets
They burn me and I bleed her beauty is saddening.