Sep 14, 2009 16:18
Verse:
I lay in this coffin called a bed
Alone, waiting for death to close its lid.
And as the hands of time do not turn,
I'll retrace the teardrops to my burns.
Chorus x2:
Alibi to cry,
Alibi to cry (looking for one)
I'm setting like the sun.
Verse:
In a field of shit I felt for a spark of air,
But all I could breath was despair.
On a mountaintop enclosed by thickening trees,
I looked for the moon but all I reached was disease.
Chorus x2:
Alibi to cry,
Alibi to cry (looking for one)
I'm setting like the sun.
Verse:
Born in the fall, I'm dropping below.
With general anesthetics my lungs are full.
Flames burn my arms as I collapse.
Flames burn my lungs, then I relax.
Read the truth in my eyes,
The scars speak for themselves.
Another fairytale marked with blood,
Another story to tell.