All Men Fall

Small steps, My little soul is quickly trying To get to, to hug you And scream all the neighbors and friends. I love you. I love you. I love you. Out of foul, out with them, expanding the Circles of hell before we could even Leave the ground. Out of foul, out with them, expanding the Circles of hell before we could even Leave the ground. The prophets on the road Didn't see, didn't hear, didn't Recognize you in the face. Nothing's changed. Nothing's changed. Out of foul, Out with them, expanding the circles of hell before We could even leave the ground. Out of foul, out with them, expanding the Circles of hell before we could even Leave the ground. Out of foul, Out with them, expanding the circles of hell before We could even leave the ground. Out of foul, Out with them, expanding the circles of hell before We could even leave the ground.