Whatever happened to the integrity found within a family?
I return your glare, and my bones
are chilled with some sort of sickening recipe of fear and anger.
Day by day, time after time again,
time after time again.
You distort chronology, you foster of terror.
Bury your diamonds, destroy your rubies.
We are searching for security in tragedy.
Take a look around and notice the black (tapestries) drowning our (walls of) simplicity.
We are the constant decay.
Each note will disintegrate.
Perched upon (upon) our towers, motionless and miserable ways.
Here's to a comfortable casket.
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation.
I wish to write,
I wish to write,
I wish to write,
a conclusion.
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Whatever happened to the integrity found within a family?
I return your glare, and my bones
are chilled with some sort of sickening recipe of fear and anger.
Day by day, time after time again,
time after time again.
You distort chronology, you foster of terror.
Bury your diamonds, destroy your rubies.
We are searching for security in tragedy.
Take a look around and notice the black (tapestries) drowning our (walls of) simplicity.
We are the constant decay.
Each note will disintegrate.
Perched upon (upon) our towers, motionless and miserable ways.
Here's to a comfortable casket.
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation.
I wish to write,
I wish to write,
I wish to write,
a conclusion.
I return your glare, and my bones
are chilled with some sort of sickening recipe of fear and anger.
Day by day, time after time again,
time after time again.
You distort chronology, you foster of terror.
Bury your diamonds, destroy your rubies.
We are searching for security in tragedy.
Take a look around and notice the black (tapestries) drowning our (walls of) simplicity.
We are the constant decay.
Each note will disintegrate.
Perched upon (upon) our towers, motionless and miserable ways.
Here's to a comfortable casket.
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation.
I wish to write,
I wish to write,
I wish to write,
a conclusion.
Writer: ANDREW JEROME TRICK, CHRISTOPHER HENRY RUBEY, JAMES SELLECK BANEY, JEREMY ROBERT DEPOYSTER, LARRY DANIEL WILLIAMS, MICHAEL JAMES HRANICA
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.