Lletres: Alexisonfire. Charlie Sheen Vs. Henry Rollins.

There's no comfort
in the fashion of a real foe
you'll never take me out
I'd watch it, I wouldn't do this
there's no comfort
way out of context
there's one thing for sure
this is not a fucking love song

my fear is gone
and still I don't know why
I waited for so long to let you know
(im not going back)
well this is all your fault
and there's no one left to blame
did you even think this out
did you know? did you know?

Oh, yeah

so in the end
there's a man on the ground,
he's not living no more
where is he?
Spread on my knuckles
take me, take my fucking belt

There's no comfort
in the fashion of a real foe
you're not gonna take me out
I'd watch it, what you do?
with this comfort
I hold in this gun
and this little bullet
I hold it for you

my fear is gone
and still I don't know why
I waited for so long to let you know
(I'm not going back)
well this is all your fault
and there's no one left to blame
did you even think this out
do you know