Paris in Flames (Demo)

Now it�s time to wrap myself in the night
And on the first day I�ll dress this city in flames
After the things you say
You hate me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old ideals
There is no headline to read at night
When the record skips and you're not holding the needle
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That�s how it was on the first day
We saw Paris in flames
Rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain, rain down
Rain, rain down
I think it�s going to rain
Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant, incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That�s how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in flames
The lower East side is a jukebox
Playing the deadman's crescendo
The needle is a vector
An intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message, discard this message, discard this message�
Burn your city down
Burn tonight, you�re burning with this night
You were on the first day
Discard this message
Throw this bottle back into the ocean
Rip this page out of the history book
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name, forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain
It�s going to rain
And it never ends.