The Anonymous Chronicles - Fire Is Out Lyrics

Stories fall from higher places upon glowing younger faces...shout
"Put the fire out"
Reading warm obituaries dampened from the monasteries' clout
Now the fire is out

Thorns may prick but roses look so nice
Liquored up on old champagne on ice
I'd deny it thrice

Barren cobs on broken tables
Carved a niche on access cable hour
Holy minds devour
Calling for assassinations
Everyone must face the nations' power
You heathen minds have soured

Thorns may prick but roses look so nice
Liquored up on old champagne on ice
I'm the antichrist
Ooooooooh

Thorns may prick but roses look so nice
Liquored up on old champagne on ice
I've sore eyes for sight