we are the reckless
we are the wild
visions of our futures
one day we'll reveal
that one will die before he gets there
and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones,
'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
we're setting fire to our insides for fun,
'collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
it was a flood that wrecked this.
/Daughter - Youth/
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