be. The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it. This isn't what we counted on. This isn't what we said it'd be. The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten
Take these animals again And wrap your ropes around them Let the demon take you in And tell us stories about him I will follow you Take these animals
own right. She dims the room light. While she moves closer, we all move slower. Tracing white lines, sipping fine wines. We remember when purity wasn?t dead
on the floor. Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic. You sold your soul, now they want more. Vanity's gun left you dead in Hollywood. Empty
I?m the sadist that reminds you of your blessing, And the reaper that takes them away To a place where they can lay there, And wilt and rot away. And
be. The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it. This isn?t what we counted on. This isn?t what we said it?d be. The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten
Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy. She?s calm in the face, but she?s never forgetting every other time I?ve been Angry, raging, clenched up hands. But
Still it's not enough Save yourself and demonize us Then as your curtain draws We see the tears of the fallen So stay in coma, It's the only defense
Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of My sincere affection, my undivided attention. Lie where you won?t see yourself in that way.
Never been much for pity Never been much for shame But I can't help but sever the ties They tie so well On one side they're holding on to what we were
Don?t fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain. We are alive again. We will survive again. Don?t turn your back to every move you ever made. We
To me, you were just dead weight. A diluted filter blurring the color away from what this used to be or Or what it could have been. But nothing?s changed
Take these animals again, And wrap your ropes around them. Let the demon take you in, and tell us stories about him. I will follow you.
Let it burn in your eyes. Your cover is blown this time. And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands. And like the flies, you'll
you?re not used to. Vices that?ll make you think less of me. Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She?s a dream, I just play dead. I?ve been blessed, I?ve
So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall. You needed more, and I let you fall. Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw. And I remember
Bury all the differences between us. When I still can't find the air, You keep the toxins flowing for me, And I'll bury all the differences between us
are the words that tore me apart. And these are the words that'll take me away. I'm not in the business of faking to please vain opposers. A dead legion