SHE DANCED IN PETROL AT THE PYRO PARTY SHE WAS BOUND TO WIND UP BURNED BUT SINCE SHE LEFT YOU HAVEN'T SPOKEN HARDLY THERE'S AN ART TO THIS, I'VE HEARD SHE CAME BACK SLANTED FROM THE POWDER ROOM WITH KENTUCKY ON HER MIND AND NOW I'M TRYING NOT TO TALK TO SOON, BUT THERE ISN'T MUCH MORE TIME
IT MAKES ME WONDER ALOUD, "CAN YOU BLAME ME IF I JUST WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY?" THERE'S A ROOM FULL OF ACCOMPLICES INSIDE
COME AND FIND ME IN THE MORNING LIGHT STAY BESIDE ME IN THE MORNING LIGHT CAN YOU FIND ME IN THE MORNING LIGHT?
I'M HELD CAPTIVE AND PALSIED BY A TOUCH FACE TURNED SKYWARD -- THE SCENE IS MUCH TOO MUCH (I CAN BREATHE. I'M ALIVE. I CAN BREATHE. I'M ALIVE) IT'S NOT A MANTRA. IT'S THE KEEN I CRY FOR MY DEAR, DEPARTED YOUTH. I'M JUST A MONSTER WITH A FRIENDLY EYE. AM I NEAR THE HARDER TRUTH?
IT MAKES YOU WONDER ALOUD, "CAN YOU BLAME ME IF I JUST WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY?" WITH A ROOMFUL OF ACCOMPLICES INSIDE
COME AND FIND ME IN THE DAYLIGHT. WE'RE THE ONLY ONES WHO SURVIVED.