Album: The Irony of Your Perfection
Let's get away cure your fast pain
What a perfect way to ruin this day
What a killing, with a lot of blood put away
Without back in my bone
The sarcastic self will save me
Where'd it go, where'd it to go, where'd it go, where'd it go? Okay!
The voice we need to talk, to talk, where'd it go, where'd it go?
Let the break house burn
Let me take a cam and fly
Let it carry us from the worst
It's 2 am
You're fast asleep
I'm watching you weep, and dream away your inspiration
Oh no you're drifting away
I'm all alone, but I'm still writing to you
And now I travel from all the way from hell
But I love you