Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By The Bled, The telephone swallowed the child.
This is the last time I
By The Bled, Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps
By The Bled, [Whispers]
Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine
By The Bled, I’d burn alive to keep you warm,
When you’re alone.
Shiver under
By The Bled, You are the teeth and lungs,
Biting back and breathing in.
Cracked
By The Bled, Somewhere between the frozen layers,
Sleeps a fragile woman.
Waiting for her
By The Bled, Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze.
The show
By The Bled, I lost my voice in the fire.
I burned my eyes
By The Bled, You plug me in and turn me on.
Turn on me.
I
By The Bled, The signal flares will light the way
to the scene of