tell; a 3 second epic straight from the gates of hell we're the rejected lives grasping recycled lines, selling our cliche'd words to the weak tonight. We're the tightly wound marionettes
This town and all of its disciples, have their talons buried in my neck, Oh how they perched upon these trees like vines constricting, muting our dreams
Can we survive through this storm? Can we trust the captain to fall with his ship, lets bolt his cheek to the door. He's the one that caused this mess
As you can see these vultures circle patiently. little do they realise that we're the ones we've been seeking. the thin veil clouding our perceptions
I guess the shows come to a close so tear the set down and move on. You're his little white pill full of disease and you've never looked better on your
