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You're all the fucking same.
Worthless and waiting for a savior,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood..
(You've fucking built the skin.)
Give the paper something to talk about.
Give the readers something to talk about.
Saylor Lake's got a mean howl.
Careful at night, better watch out!
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
Slowly flows a river,
In the river we will gaze.
You're all the fucking same.
Worthless and waiting for a savior,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood..
Up the stairs, down the hall,
Into the bedroom she crawled,
To place a panicked phone call,
But she was struck in the head with a blunt object.
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
I never thought that I would grow tired. Well, I did. There once was a time where I lost my mind and I thought that I wanted this, but now I'm terribly mistaken for a fake. One day these cameras will steal my entire soul. When everything is gone, it's quiet and we want nothing more.
Worthless and waiting for a savior,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood..
(You've fucking built the skin.)
Give the paper something to talk about.
Give the readers something to talk about.
Saylor Lake's got a mean howl.
Careful at night, better watch out!
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
Slowly flows a river,
In the river we will gaze.
You're all the fucking same.
Worthless and waiting for a savior,
That was there all along.
You're all the same poison,
With perfect lives and cruel intentions.
A trail of blood..
Up the stairs, down the hall,
Into the bedroom she crawled,
To place a panicked phone call,
But she was struck in the head with a blunt object.
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
Decorate her funeral with open wounds,
When the sorrow pours like water
Down a cold and restless body.
I never thought that I would grow tired. Well, I did. There once was a time where I lost my mind and I thought that I wanted this, but now I'm terribly mistaken for a fake. One day these cameras will steal my entire soul. When everything is gone, it's quiet and we want nothing more.
Lyrics submitted by Toast1288
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Hm, I think I'm off track here, but I think the camera bit is like... the media. Ealier in the song, it says "Give the paper something to talk about. Give the readers something to talk about." Maybe he started all this(the killings) just to stir up the town? Maybe things in Saylor Lake were dull, so he thought he'd give them something to talk about. At first, he was enjoying it. Then he started to grow tired of it ("I never thought that I would grow tired. Well, I did.") Maybe he was sick of the reaction he got from the people of Saylor Lake, I'm not sure. Maybe it just became an obsession, and he lost sight of why he started to kill ("but now I'm terribly mistaken for a fake")
That's just what I think. I think I'm completely wrong, but I thought I'd give it a stab. XD