We're digging up the dead...
To attempt a better future.
Profits are down...and interests are up.
It's Tuesday...9:23....
Re-state my assumptions I'm gonna disappear....
Into the night before...
The repetition gets any worse...
Nothing this gold can ever stay golden.

So we've made our bed....It fell apart.
The city's silent, where did the fire start?
In the bottom of the traitor's heart.
I feel these walls are coming down.
They'll break apart without a sound.
Without a sound.
So keep breathing and promise not to stop...I'll keep believing you're everything I want.... and what I'm not.

They're down beside you.

We're down beside you.

Lyrics submitted by DisarmingArctica

The Fashionista. song meanings
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