Lletres: Biffy Clyro. Kill The Old, Torture Their Young.

This will kill...

Open your head, turn your back away, from me

Sensations, collapse under broken hearts
When time's like just when you fall asleep
And I thought to lose my way and glimmer and die
That's just what I thought today

And I thought to lose my way and suffer and die
That's just what I thought today

Where now, I'll get back, I'll get back, where now, I'll get back, I'll get back
(Where now, I'll get back, I'll get back) Something's wrong with us...
I'll get back...