Testo The Wreckage

Last chance
To draw weapons
Cold hands
On open sores
Don't care
About keeping score

Well, you get what you give, nothing more You invest once you've spent it all

I'll sink
To the ocean floor
Makes sense
If you've been before
I'm scared
Of my own echo

You can't get what you give any more
You invent who you gave it up for
I connect to the wreckage

Last chance
To draw weapons Cold hands
And more echoes

Well, you get what you give, nothing more
You invеst once you've spent it all
I connеct to the wreckage