You're all the fucking same.
Worthless and waiting for a savior,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood..

(You've fucking built the skin.)

Give the paper something to talk about.
Give the readers something to talk about.
Saylor Lake's got a mean howl.
Careful at night, better watch out!

Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
Slowly flows a river,
In the river we will gaze.

You're all the fucking same.
Worthless and waiting for a savior,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood..

Up the stairs, down the hall,
Into the bedroom she crawled,
To place a panicked phone call,
But she was struck in the head with a blunt object.

Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.



I never thought that I would grow tired. Well, I did. There once was a time where I lost my mind and I thought that I wanted this, but now I'm terribly mistaken for a fake. One day these cameras will steal my entire soul. When everything is gone, it's quiet and we want nothing more.

by emo_kid