Warsaw in winterflowery gravescan you still hear themwhisper your nameafraid of the cold spotscaught in the tree topslove is a dog fightyoure losing your shelf lifei cant crawl out of this spacehours fade without a traceall of you listeningto forfeitted yearsforget what they taught youopen your earsall of the great onessleep with the worn dumbslove is a dog fightyoure losing your shelf lifei cant crawl out of this spacehours fade without a tracei cant crawl out of this spacehours fade without a traceduh duh duh duhall of the great onessleep with the worn dumbslove is a dog biteyoure losing your self lifei cant crawl out of this spacehours fade without a trace