I didn't know that this fuse was for the end of it all. With a grin and a flame I watch the glory. With my back pressed against the wall and my face
war. Beg for your face. Beg for your fingertips. The request; the response. The emeralds of all we claim cost nothing unless we walk off stage and then
, i know, but who are you? Your hands are tied to blind men, whose hands are tied to blind men. Figure eights. This pistol is my ministry.
Ten thousand times ten thousand. Walking and marching and running and shoving and pressing on. Step by step, to the grave, marhcing on. You have a song
and a casket for all i want. The apocalypse, this way comes. So come. Sing this song. Repent kingdom, the end is here and it won't remain silent. The devil is
Making your way to the front of a crowded room. Pointing. Life; make mine clean, and sing wide, sweet chariot. Perfection, done right. Puedes desirme
hands remain folded. My life reamins a sunday. Brick by brick i built this staircase. Brick by brick i walk on. Situated just below the ground and just
A bullet to the sun. Erase everything we have done. Please, like a theif, won't you come? Put an end to all this fun. I will see you in a Broadway year
"Well then, i hope that you receive this letter. I passed by and i saw you. Kicking about in your own blood. Stand, form, grow, are the words i spoke
This world is a stage. Broken bones, no regrets. This world is a stage and everyone seems to have their opinion. Stick around, stay for a while. I am