Librium - Twelve Tribes

That keep me running

Sell all your dying thoughts

Run with your eyes closed

Trailing my new kill

I scrape away the tracks that marked me

The dirt tells a story but never leaves the names

The were all born godless and vile

Trailing my new kill

I scrape away the tracks that marked me

You saw the stains from the blood on my teeth

And I believe your killing me is for the best

Because this love eats the love from my chest

I keep all you said inside of me in spite of all you’ve torn apart

And all that it takes to stop repeating is to let go and keep running