Στοίχοι: Blue Skies At War. Bleach The Surface.

Mechanical lungs bursting plastic lips melting numb tabaco stains the walls as our freedom starts to drip bleach the surface now all over why spare one for another wash the stains from the vail turn around and watch them fall wash your hands wipe them clean and walk away as my life fades i feel let down i start to worry maybe my life's just fate i tried everything im growing tired of this place i hate this place i can't breathe he has his head in his hands feeling not so free he feels the rain on his hands walking memory lane he feels the sun on his face it's summer time when shrink wrap hearts were free i can't believe i've been erased