Parkway Drive Sparks Lyrics

Born of dust and stone.
Dead hearts roaming.
A dying home.
Fight leaves us all.
White clothes upon the shores of time...

We are but sparks in a darkened world,
and yet some things were born to burn!

The name long in your eye, lays on my cold hard knee.
If you bring the matches,
I'LL BRING THE GASOLINE.

I'm the same bad news as you.
You're the same kind of f___ed as me.
I'm the same bad news as you,
You're the same,
You're the same as me!

Written by: Benjamin Michael Gordon, Jeffrey Cleve Ling, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Thomas Mccall
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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