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 shadowsshadows of moths [d|e|c|o|r|a|t|e] the walls
Discard this message.
Burn this city down
[Discard this message]
throw this bottle back in the o c e a n
>>Rip<< this page from the history books
Smash_ all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name.
Forget my face
Because it's going to rain [it's going to rain]
And it never ends.
...
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 [not the whole song]
The needle is a vector
An intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadowsshadows of moths [d|e|c|o|r|a|t|e] the walls
Discard this message.
Burn this city down
[Discard this message]
throw this bottle back in the o c e a n
>>Rip<< this page from the history books
Smash_ all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name.
Forget my face
Because it's going to rain [it's going to rain]
And it never ends.
...
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 [not the whole song]