Rafters Lyrics - On My Honor

Sometimes I think I died in the rafters that night 

Shocked to death, barely 25 

Limp limbs, heart electrified 

One burnt arm, an open casket for these friends of mine 

Make me ashes in your back yard 

Portions on the mantle 

What if I get to Heaven 

To a sign that reads, "No, your kind's not welcome" 

Neither were your questions 

Good try, but you've heard how we feel here about intentions 

Please get rid of the mess 

For the sake of my parents 

We know they'll blame themselves 

They shouldn't have to see this 

Remains of efforts 

The best intentions of their only son 

Take my things, place them on shelves 

As small reminders for everyone else 

He stood so tall, but then he fell 

Boxes full of ideas that I once held 

Make me ashes in your back yard 

Portions on the mantle 

I tried 

When I'm gone will you carry out my intentions 

What if I get to Heaven 

To a sign that reads, "No, your kind's not welcome" 

Neither were your questions 

Good try, but you've heard how we feel here about intentions