The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
The New Amsterdams
So the battle ground is a border-town
Do you want to come home?
Is the gutter full of the pitiful?
Do you want to atone?
I can make all the poison go down
Like a sweet wine
You'll be just fine
So we're bottled in
We're shelved in
Ashamed of ourselves
We don't let it
Will my life suit sacrifice?
Know that I have but just one try
Like a masochist
I'm loving this
The pain, the pain, the pain is bittersweet
And the tyranny is taking me
It's turning the screws
I'm deserving, deserving of this