What once used to be all the rage with all it's fashion sense Has since dissipated, stale, indulged, outgrown into excess The rules of the game change
a midnight trip she gets her blood from Carver City shore (please someone answer me) wrapped in smoke with the key to lock, to lock the corridor (i think
this brigade, be afraid.. the hellions on parade you don't want to see this, if you did you'd surely disbelieve it a city placed on red alert collapses
Into the woods and through the fields Experience what no one feels It's getting late for us Another notch in your ideals Into the woods and through the
This is what is heard when carver's bones are disturbed... Sins resurface fluently, the foghorn is heard... Listen for the call that brings them when
Lock me up inside my room Leave me without toys and food Keep that monster in my bed Just remember I'm not dead You forget my memory lives way beyond
Out of the woodwork, keeping hidden where they hide Par for the course, the highest horse on which they ride The devil's grin, illness is in so claim
I got wise, why pretend That my season will come again? I open my mind just to find I'm all alone I try my hand when I can It's never easy to understand
It was late in July in the midst of his teens He staggered onto the sand alone as nobody else could be seen Sat to ponder when a nightmare intervened
Every thought we have could burn our bloodline As I reconnect with hope I could never trust your secrecy...you're suffering You only pray your deeds will
Woe is me, oh this deception modifies myself I've hurt my feelings now Searching for reasons to make me sad And always stricken with doubt On the outside
in this brigade Be afraid...the hellions on parade You don't want to see this If you did you'd surely disbelieve it A city placed on red alert Collapses
I got wise, why pretend That my season will come again? I open my mind just to find i'm all alone I try my hand when i can It's never easy to understand
