And you'll hear us screaming,
from our backyards shouting,
with adrenaline
How the pain burns clean

It gets so inviting,
all these thoughts of dying,
on days like these,
when you can't come clean

It's the same old story,
oh how life does bore me,
in the days between
I don't know what's stopping me

So what's the use you'll say,
to waste your life away,
when we're dying everyday
When you don't see it through,
it makes a fool of you,
sorry but it's true
You can still save you

So run boy,
never be caught with your hands up
No one can outlive the heartache,
realize we were born in the wreckage
And I am the arrow,
the dude that flies suicidal,
the one with the drive into the red eye,
the cauldron of mourning

So run boy,
never be caught with your hands up
No one can outlive the heartache,
realize we were born in the wreckage
And I am the arrow,
the dude that flies suicidal,
the one with the drive into the red eye,
the cauldron of mourning

So what's the use you'll say,
to waste your life away,
when we're dying everyday
When you don't see it through,
it makes a fool of you
Sorry but it's true,
it's true


Lyrics submitted by underthejames

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