She was colored with your apathy
 She never had a chance to dream
 You broke down the walls of morality
 And handed her a knife
 She carved a perfect world into her wrists
 And laughed at this hell
 When the bells chime
 Who will be your savior
 Lay yourself down
 Let these flames welcome you
 You are the disease that nightmares grow from
 And the sky will never be brighter than the day you die
 I'm so sick of decorating tombs
 Please let this be the day she smiles again
 Let this be the day you die
 Please let this be the day