: And the scars he will leave And the pain he inflicts Will burn out over time Make us stand out of line And the ash will break upon the shore Just
: Coward, the next time you want to fuck me over stab me in the front Can I still see my future in your eyes, or can I picture myself dead in your embrace
: Throwing up with the thought of you two, How could you do this? My best friend with my bride, Now you tell me you are leaving. They'll see your fire
: There is truth beneath the floorboards; there is hope in brick and stone. But they tell me just to shut my mouth; leave well enough alone. But I think
Say goodbye to the world losing it all Slowly eyes open to the night Heaven now seems so far My tears flow like the rivers I die tonight. Paint the streets
the fourth of july about fifteen minutes before midnight i feel like an arsonist because you are my perfect match and you light up everything around you i feel like an arsonist
Throwing up with the thought of you two How could you do this? My best friend with my bride Now you tell me you are leaving They'll see your fire through
Addicted to monotonous crush I even dropped out of school To catch up on sleep Take the train for hours And then try to forget Where you left your
Go Coward, the next time you want to fuck me over stab me in the front Can I still see my future in your eyes Or can I picture myself stone dead in your
shall hunt them down everyday. We will spill their blood till it bleeds down from the sky.a?? Now you will receive us, receive the arsonist.
that Blaine has grown, living on his own High school graduate, valedictorian Becomes a fire man, to cleanse his soul. But the arsonist in his mind is
And the scars he will leave And the pain he inflicts Will burn out over time Make us stand out of line And the ash will break upon the shore Just like
There is truth beneath the floorboards There is hope in brick and stone They tell me just to shut my mouth Well, enough alone But I think maybe all that
Assembled in a mass grouped inside pigeon holes constructed by a sketch a factory of evasion the worms crawl to the wine like salt to a slug they wither
Throwing up with the thought of you two, How could you do this? My best friend with my bride, Now you tell me you are leaving. They'll see your fire
Coward, the next time you want to fuck me over stab me in the front Can I still see my future in your eyes, or can I picture myself dead in your embrace
