Gang Fights With Irish Accents — текст песни (Madison)

I`m now improved.
Got my drift back.
That makes your... Makes your heart attack.
For what it`s worth I could break you.
I`d still make you want this back.

At once you were the one that I threw my dependance on.
There`s nothing wrong with it so wipe your tears and take it off.
Can you bleed?
Can you breathe?
You used to know everything.

Fake, fake the words I wrote down.
Break, break the boy you couldn`t see because he`s not searching
for your sympathy.
The way your voice sounds... Promises made to me.
So take these words and drink alone tonight.

You haven`t called him since September.
So predictable.
The truth is penathol has finally got the best of you.
You want a gang fight, but while your boozing I hope your cruising.

This is a new revolution, white faced and under attack.
A struggle for revival, the smoke didn`t flow to my back.
What is this content, his opinion.
You`ll never take me alive, you`ll never win.

So hope for a slow death.
Your hand shakes; you know you`re next.
Look what you did to yourself
Lies, lies you`ve all been sold.
Starstruck, you take that road.

Because all your feelings took the best of me.