In the final curtain call
You left me here with the coldest of feelings
Weight, kind, depression
Blessing the floors with the places you've stepped in
Will they ever measure up to the way you left me?
Here, on the roadside the bloodiest cadaver
Marked in your words
I'm the joke, I'm the bastard
Here wait, so I guess that you knew
That you're a selfish little whore
I'm the selfish little whore
If I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah
This is the final cut, open up
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah
This is the final cut, oh, I am lost
You left me here with the coldest of feelings
Weight, kind, depression
Blessing the floors with the places you've stepped in
Will they ever measure up to the way you left me?
Here, on the roadside the bloodiest cadaver
Marked in your words
I'm the joke, I'm the bastard
Here wait, so I guess that you knew
That you're a selfish little whore
I'm the selfish little whore
If I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah
This is the final cut, open up
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah
This is the final cut, oh, I am lost
Lyrics submitted by guitarhero
The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut Lyrics as written by Joshua Eppard Claudio Sanchez
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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What's happening with the graphic novels anyhow? I heard something about hem being re-made by a different sketch artist. possibly the guy that did the box art for the latest album.