War For The Crippled Lyrics

I scale the razor while I rope over the dead space and arrows sticking out that bullseye tattooed on my breastplate
I'm high flying, tasting the poison on the clouds breath, a little bit too nervous just to follow when that crowds stepsGrieves - War For The Crippled - http://motolyrics.com/grieves/war-for-the-crippled-lyrics.html
I break, break, into little tiny pieces and vanish and you can take, take all the memories and make patterns of em
and say, say, that you'll never think about me when they ask