Versus The Mirror – A Softened Suicide lyrics

Wipe that grin right off your face
and focus your attention
on the blood you taste
now you tell me about your sorrow
for you won't live to see tomorrow

Far from soon
Far from home

How sweet is was to have you here
for more than one time this year
these deep wounds have yet heal
this dying heart is oh so real

Far from soon
Far from home

I won't rest until I see
a thousand fallen angels
line these streets
prepare yourself for this jarring scene
the end of this rivalry