So while you sort out your head and try to make it simple,
I'll always tell you, "this will be the end".
Sort out your head. I'm sinking. I'll always tell you that I'll be the end of you.
This was my favorite song that I will never be able to sing. I'll never get to sing.
Cant you feel it changing, now that the stories involve someone else
Make them tremble right off of your tongue
Over and over again
Every time the pages have been replaced I can see the lines that you tryed to fill
But you filled them all too quickly
Quickly
I'll make you peel back your skin and make you show your bones to the world.
I've made you scream my name. Now, I'll make you pray for your grave.
I'll make you feel my pain.
And as she enters the room, enters the room its over now
We're on top of everything
Aas she enters the room, enters the room its over now, its over now
We're on top of everything
How can you call the noises in your head thinking?
So you will peel back your skin and you will show your bones.
Peel back your skin and you will show your bones to the world.
I'll make you pray for your fucking grave.