Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best

With the bang from his gun, I run, run, run I can’t help but shield from the s… He’ll get by—whatever means deemed… Here, there, wherever

As the crystal sky descends and th… The homes we divide to—only but me… The red line of Fate twists, Dwindles in to a thin strip Tug,

The trenches are alive– the soldie… Ones of hope, others of despair Lifting spirits through the sounds… Among hushed crowds, Children play,

Come back to me, the empty space you’ve made is sen… The life that vanished created a s… Let the heartstrings tug you back… Let your soul dive head-first

As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…

The rows and pews, the uproar of p… Saint’s can’t tame Hold your hands, pray for the one… The symbol of beauty– of grace and… Let the veil lift from damaged eye…

I see me, far in to the past running with the wind A child with no scars to tell, no… no eyes that bear burdens too heav… recognizing me now is difficult

As the collide halts our motion As the beating heart skips a beat We let the crash echo and we run f… I know where hands hold Grasping the broken glass

Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…

If blood is thicker than water, th… The bitterness that held me back f… Has questioned my thoughts—apologi… When in the hell would I choose t… Loving . . . . I left you behind

It’s an endless destiny set it sto… Skipping those stones I’ll choose for myself—I will cho… I don’t want to shy away but the spotlight burns my face

At this time, at this moment When the rollercoaster has reached… As you hold my hand, we watch with… Being that the world below us mold… From the people to the ants

Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about