If I gave you pretty enough words
Could you paint a picture of that works
An emphasis on function rather than design
Aren't tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while

Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die

I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed...just a little less human...so much more bitter and cold
After all these images of pain, have cut right through you
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
Then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat

Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the sky
And destory the prettiest night
Every evening that I die

Live-Love-Burn-Die