Boxing About Letra

It's been in you not confident
but in the naked city
I spot it in the dark

Whore memories have taken
the vaccinations from your box
From pockets of no stoppage,
the madness of the factories,
the spacing of the rocks

I need my defiance
Your prayer, come on sing it to me
The tower of your madness
Why, it makes me die

Many style is blues
Everything is what we may lose
Your innocence is pale
Standing to my hammer and nail

So drive, not drive
Just nail it, not paying too mind
The time, not times
No ceiling, no walls or deadlines
To find, not find
I'm failing to keep you inside
But I'm getting much better
I'm getting much better