Testo Good Things Come Of Tragedy

We both kept crashing down
Free falling to despair
But before we drew our guns
We had realized what was there

It takes war to finally see
Just the things we could've made
But it only took a day To finally see you were betrayed

Good things come of tragedy
Wreckage burns, but we escaped
Our hearts are bruised
Our souls are scraped

We both kept crashing down
Not knowing what lay ahead
Silent protest deep inside
Waking demons from the dead

Still I look into the past
Thinking of what happened when
We traded blood with ourselves And swore we'd make it to the end