A Match Into Water
Let's go!
I kissed the scars on her skin
I still think you're beautiful
And I don't ever wanna lose my best friend.
I screamed out, "God you vulture
Bring her back or take me with her"
Tear it down, break the barricade
I want to see what sound it makes
I need this flavor with a passion and I fucking hate the aftertaste
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Well it feels like I'm on fire.
Wake up
I know you can hear me.
Make me a promise here tonight, love like a tidal wave
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home again
This is it, when it's done, we can say that,
When it's sudden death we fight back
Pretend like I don't entice you
I've seen you circling the sky above my head
You traitor
I will never be taken for granted again
Keep digging holes in the desert
Say a prayer for you
I know that you're in pain
But if we die at the same time does it still scare you?
Make me a promise here tonight. Let's go!
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home again
This is it, when it's done, we can say that,
Oh god we're not gonna make it
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave!
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
We will bring the tidal wave
And nothing will remain
She's mine
You stay away from her
It's not her time.
'cause, baby, I'm the one
Who haunts her dreams at night,
Until she's satisfied.
Make me a promise here tonight, love like a tidal wave
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way
The chemicals will bring you home again
This is it, when it's done, we can say that,
When it's sudden death we fight back!
Fuck it!
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