Life Will Be Better In Philly LyricsTake this swollen hand, I know the way
Don't see anything at all that could prey on my conviction - on my delay
Tired of my mistakes. Tired of seven hollow pyhrric face. Tired of mother feeding empty room. Tired of cadence bred or always lose
Laid my intention into your arms, in admittance to a pale sickness of thought. I laugh, even though I know it's wrong
Tired of my mistakes. Tired of seven hollow pyhrric face. Tired of cadence bred or never lose
Tired of mother feeding empty room (open wound). Tired of playing my mistakes
Laid my intention into your arms in admittance to a pale
[...sickness of thought]