Your sad songs rain heaven. Here's a call for you, so don't let it fall into your frail dreams of horror. Life, lies, and shattered blows, calling out you're famous.
Chorus:
So hold to your permanent bliss in the time that it takes to exist. From the hours to the fall of it.
It's all right.
You're all wrong.
And it's a dangerous thing to ignore. It's so easy when the world has it's way, well, then you're gone.
Life, limbs, and shattered blows scrawling out you're famous.
Repeat chorus
Alright, I never said to just cast them out. Leave it 'til the morning then you're gone.