what you will It's so traumatic Yeah, it's automatic He wants to lead a life so tragic The therapy Is just a habit No, he's not an addict Hang up the
lie You fell off at the fault line Into the sun You got caught in the better lie You fell off at the fault line There's no blood spilled upon this ground
You'll turn away Calling back As you run Say it can It can It can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while Maybe two
We all fall Surely you don't really think That you truly do deserve all You didn't work for anything But after tonight, play by the rules Burning the
have left my lung Inching the choke along Testing the water with my tongue The whole scene's fading As if the walls are caving in Have to up the medicine
Shout it out Shatter your lung Long fall to the floor Crying out, dry as a bone Take you somewhere But it's too late, it's too far You're faking the
Speak here on your cue Look in a camera find See the slightest hue In the soft focus lights I wish this were all over We're in for a long, long haul
You've got the dirty bones And I've got nothing to wash them with But after we sing this song I've got so little left I've got less Oh, how the collar
As it sharpens and it's shimmering Every cut, a song All the inner voices whispering Say I've done it wrong I got mine to say "Let it go when it dies
I could run a finger full Temperance won't want to drive you home She still holds out the little left to hold Tiny eyes have told Tiny eyes don't hide
As it sharpens and it's shimmering Every cut, a song All the inner voices whispering Say I've done it wrong I got mine to say, let it go when it dies
we all fall Surely you don't really think That you really do deserve all You didn't work for anything But after tonight play by the rules Burning the
You've got the dirty bones And I've got nothing to wash them with But after we sing this song I've got so little left, I've got less Oh, how the collar
Speak here on your cue Now look into camera five See the slightest hue In the soft focus lights I wish this were all over We're in for a long, long haul
This trespass My weaker wings couldn't carry much of anything But my temptress You take a toll on the vengeance's, oh merciful Defenseless against this
you will, it's so traumatic Yeah, it's automatic He wants to lead a life so tragic The therapy is just a habit No, he's not an addict Hang up the phone
Shout it out, shatter your lung Long fall to the floor Crying out, dry as a bone Take you somewhere But it's too late, it's too far You're faking the
You'll turn away calling back as you run Say it can, that it can, that it can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while
