The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain & Kirk Windstein
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
The Acacia Strain
It is never fucking over
I don't need to explain myself to anyone
Let the icecaps melt
May none survive
No chance of hell
The seas will rise
This is a house, it is not a home
I always knew I would die alone
Put up without a fight
And when I drive, I drive at night
Miles to go, it only gets darker
I count the dotted lines, not the mile markers
A man without a nation
A king with no crown
Where there's no place left to go but up
I will only bring you down
We were a mistake
I have miles to go before I wake
The left hand of god holds the hammer and the snake
We have miles to go before we wake
You all speak like desperate men, all living in the lion's den
This is the end of the line, and everything's fine
Everything's fine
Let the icecaps melt
May none survive
No chance of hell
The seas will rise
Let the icecaps melt
May none survive
No chance of hell
The seas will rise
This is a house, it is not a home
I always knew I would die alone
Frozen minds, we stare ahead
Everyone I ever loved is dead