Murder - Ours

Tied down to the things we can’t let go of

Realized how many dreams we can’t recover

We layed down in our sleep and began to choke

We layed down in a dream and we never woke

Life doesn’t have a meaning everything’s a joke

Been eating out of your hands, with never anything to show

We tried to get off clean, but we would never grow

Prison can’t be worse than living with the pain of knowing

Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder

We fight about the things we never even had control of

In and out of thoughtsso many people baught

Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal

Wont bring you peace until you learn to read yourself

Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder

Bow down to the things you can’t let go of

Eating out of dog’s handswith never anything to show

Even if it hurt to love youcouldnt leave it slowly

Slipping from your core as you’re waiting for your dream to come

Murder, Murder

Give in the things you baught with

Give in the things you baught with

Give in the things you baught with

Give in the things you baught with

Murder

Give in the things you baught with

Murder

Give in the things you baught with

Murder

Give in the things you baught with

Murder

Give in the things you baught with your life