"what'll you do with me when i'm dead?" "hey buddy put your axe down don't be a king on this night" "i'll never want to be ok if i wanted to be, you're a fake or you will"
if all these night and day are secretly attached within skies so rich no, i will never change my name we're looking into time in such a way
and so i cross my mind with hope and fire and you will give me blight so deep inside and i will close my eyes with sound and fire and you will seem black-eyed, so keep your lines
"what can you do with me when i'm blind?" "hey buddy why's your heart so miserable?" "no one cares" "i'd never want to design you if i wanted to die for you big mistake"
nice hell, tired of making new payments? working might help she's benign so let the future in nice hell, tired of making new payments? let's write our suicide notes do i smell fire, hey, do i smell fire? i decide what you do, now take me home
so, what's it like to find the way out? i will amputate we will grieve alone i will amputate we will grieve until i fold