Our fathers can hardly understand us anymore.
Abandon your straightened thoughts.
Forget the j**elers and their priceless songs.
Can't you hear yourselves disappearing into the arms of mother/father?
Keep your immature pretensions, your love-affair affections to yourselves.
Behind my back my elitist die has been cast down upon the unsuspecting ma**es.
Forgive them, lord, for they know what they do.
Are you going deaf?
I will bite off the hand that force-feeds me.
Free me
Feed me.
I walk silently past the ballroom the commotion.
I don't know these dances, I am an Old Romantic.
I sing the old songs, I bleed the old blood.
Would you want to waltz with me?
Can't you hear me screaming until my throat is raw?
Until Hell freezes
Over
My dead body will I let the Ravens reign down upon us,
Always blinding with their refuse and shame.
You'll have to pry their words from my cold dead lips.
There's a storm-a-brewin', the smell is intoxicating.
We're sick, so sick of this town.
Raze it to the heavens,
Burn it to the f**ing ground.