Foundation Of The Weak
This song is by A Village Starving.
Painting the walls to gray, erase my face, move on, out of the old house, fill up the suitecase with cloathes torn from the fight walk out the door turn off the lights incase our lives with darkness stab the house good bye but I can't let this die. let what I've worked so hard to built parish in the rubble. every second of blood and sweat dripped on those walls taken away by a stronger wind and what is left to re-build, on the foundation of the weak