Demon Range from Violently Fading by Seven

How did it come to this
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god
How did we end up like this
Where even am I
What have I done
Now I’m on the run
you were the one
now you’re gone
It’s my fault
Oh please come back to me
Oh no

A bloody river in Hell
It takes us faster to jail
There's nobody left to tell
There's nobody left to tell

Flying away, flying away, flying away, flying away
Running away, running away, running away,
Flying away, flying away, flying away
We're caught, we’re caught, we’re caught

They're waiting for
They're looking for me now
What I did was wrong
I have no regrets and you know why
It was in your eyes
Future not so bright
And now I'm here

A bloody river in Hell
It takes us faster to jail
There's nobody left to tell
There's nobody left to tell

• Brooklyn NY
• Experimental
• Rock
• alternative
• improvisation
• noise
• Brooklyn