So why are we trusting all those cynical souls
Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching, bleeding with hearts
Open wide all so cold
Live for the moment get killed for the thrill
Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching, bleeding for nothing
For we’ve seen it all

These lyrics make me terribly happy to shout along on top of my lungs I’ve been having this song on eternal repeat the past two days during writing, because somehow it seems to fit the story. Also, it’s a gorgeous awesome song. That helps, too!

Soilwork is love, and so is the ‘Natural Born Chaos’ album.
Brenda, you were right.