We took the long ride home. I guess just one last trip. To set us back. And tear us apart. I can see those bloodstained sheets. It plays in my dreams and in my head.
(I set) I set (my friends) My friends on fire (fire). well I looked at your grave I do not feel alive. (I set) I set (my friends) My friends on fire (fire).
Her eyes look cold, I see hate. This blade sunk deep inside your wrist. It's not worth fighting, just resist. With a knife, a thought so sincere. Five times the pain so make it last.
I got your letter, read that mom was gone. (Mom was gone). I never thought that dad would ever lose his mind. (Lose his mind). Well, I haven't slept it seems like a week long.
She said live young and leave a wake of beauty. It's all I ever could have asked. Should have asked from you. . And I won't forget to write you when I get there soon.
I remember when I used to wake up. I remember what I used to be. I remember how I used to wake up so wrong now. I remember this life I left behind. . On empty shelves, in empty rooms.
Is seventeen so far away from here?. At twenty one, I live a different life. I never dreamed I could and as I pick up pieces. I can't let go of that old never-ending nightmare.
Die, so now the lights flash white. And all you see is anger, get up. Was your life worth it? Were you content?. Could you make everything feel perfect in your own head?.
You sink your teeth in, bite the blood. That drains the life inside of me. And fills your soul with love and hate. And all those things you need to breathe.
A blood stained shirt, seductive smile. With eyes full of hate and murders in style. The sky turns red, the air is cold. With one last chance to do as I'm told.
So now your pictures worth a thousand words. You meant so much to me it hurts. This tattoo on my wrist, this feeling can't be missed. You meant so much to make things worse.
Fool in an apple tree, far from reality. Writing a symphony for you, but I know. Somewhere in central park, choirs of dogsll bark. Harmony in the dark, for you.
Im gonna be a spaceman, Im gonna ride across the sky. Im gonna be a spaceman, I know I can make it if I try. Ill be traveling past the sun, so if you think youd like to come.
Mind focused on the far away, sticking to the plan. Faith healer in this cartoon play, thats the witchy man. Speaks softly in the light of day, moves by dark of night.