In the face of 2003. I was shot down by the skinners the winners of the rope. and everything was pulled from the seat a fullscale riot of hatred. when i opened my eyes my skin was ablaze. my petrol to spark it no one to crave.
chorus: all my lust has turn to dust on the ceilings in the mirrors. in ashes (it clashes)... my heart aches like her sicilon. all our lives that we are faking are soon to be erased. how it is killing me inside every minute i am away from home.
i am dying i yell at the birds. and i can't fucking wait for tomorrow... chorus... another day i am here to see.
