Letra da Música Her Casket Holds no Bones de Bastions

Are our lives, our biggest disguise
Masked in deceit, just to repeat..
Well planes will fall out of the sky,
These snakes will take back what is theirs
A knife in the chest is far too easy to repair

We are a generation that will feed itself
We are a generation that will need itself
We are a generation that will eat itself
We are a generation that fucked itself

I just performed surgery on myself,
I shattered a thousand promises
I cut away my pleasantries, and slept off most the pain

I will talk a thousand words
I will barter a thousand hurts
I will suffice in this
I will fail in what I give

We are a generation that will feed itself
We are a generation that will eat itself