This is War. The moment to live and the moment to die // the moment to fight.
Fade Away. ‘Cause these wounds will hide and // blood will dry.
We Must be Killers. We all know how to fake it baby.
What a Shame. If there was nothing wrong // then there’d be nothing right.
Things Ain’t Like They Used to Be. I walked into the battle blind // It happens almost all the time.
My Father’s Father. My father’s father’s blood on the tracks.
Breathing. Suppose that I stop running // It could begin again.
A Fairytale Ending. I’m not that young anymore // I’m still valiant in my own little way.
(my playlist, saved from 8tracks)