Why does the score have to be like this?
Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips
On the edge of the world I am waiting for you
Ha
Care for a taste of this
Its gonna get you high
Eyes that burn so red
Like a blood lit sky
Dramatic atic
Screams at night
He's twisting
He's falling away
And ill grow up
And make the most of my whole life
Mean while
Im twisting i'm fading away
Why does the score have to be like this?
Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips
On the edge of the world I am waiting for you
Break down
Will the change
This bleak distored view
Care for a taste of this
Its gonna get you high
Eyes that burn so red
Like a blood lit sky
Dramatic atic
Cries at night
He's twisting
He's breaking away
And he'll grow up
And make the most his whole life
This time
He's twisting
He's breaking away
Why does the score have to be like this?
Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips
On the edge of the world I am waiting for you
Break down
Will the change
This bleak distored view
How long
Conceal the shame
Reveal the point of view
Portraits of anger
Refuse
Receive
Reborn
Respect
We face the danger
We become stronger
They never, ever change
No huh
They never, ever change
No huh
They never, ever change
No huh
They never, ever change
No huh
Break down
Will the change
This bleak distored view
How long
Conceal the shame
Reveal the point of view