Sacrifice from 11:59 by Dead Public

Running in the temple feeling like a drone. While an ache is forming buries me at night time. Keeping up with murder on the city sky. While the neon bullets bury me at midnight.
There's a hallow statue with a name of old. He's a burden on me and I feel so responsible.
Why did you leave was it the spirits? I'm crying please don't be embarrassed. I must confess you make me feel like I'm worth more than a sacrifice.
There were many voices running through the room. But of all the choices fire starts with thinking.
People started staring let it rage and glow. I am painted black under fangs that bite back.
I'm a hallow man now without a soul. Dear I still love you I can't fill this empty hole.

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• indie
• Hesperia