So play your dead an all time rhyme
The heats on you& can you stand
The flowers dead, all in your head
You are my wave, you cannot save
July July
We can try to erase the pain it's all time high
And I'll cry to the flag train we ignore that sigh
In the thick of the solid flame i can wash that pain aside
And when dawn would end the same I found the ride of rides
July July July July
You want it, You need it, You steal it, kill just to be there
Now revealed by the hope of a stray
It's a played out scene
Under circles of black you'll say
Is this all I'll see?
As the contrast fades to grey
Solid heat will burn and clean
So the end of the ride is today
Well, I'll fold this hand cause it's ...
July July July July
You want it, you need it, you steal it, kill just to be there