wishing I know you're planning your revenge well, make it good you owe your fans blood for blood sake free from mistakes reporting prime-time news on
no inches for you left may your gentle heart be gingerly ripped from out your chest in your bold attempt to flee oh, mistakes be made for sure only one move left
; once so loving (though save for the waves) a clean december snow (oh, december!) a tacit set of changes albeit terms were never met a wasteful bit of spending left
bow shot fired calls to question everything you are and every way we speak of you. I hope you know a sinking ship can still catch fire. as gut-checks
Explosions in the sky greeting broken hearts tonight I'll find an ending to the thoughts without a fighting chance you'll run (we'll die) far from civil
Is it everything you wanted? is it everything that you wished for? black eyed, fat lipped and sick for.. red, right handed your animus left hides out
with every tick of the clock you grow more and more take your time and with a left, right I'll take it straight to heart! and what's left will be yours
