ALL THE WRITERS KEEP WRITING WHAT THEY WRITE
SOMEWHERE ANOTHER PRETTY VEIN JUST DIES
I'VE GOT THE SCARS FROM TOMORROW AND I WISH YOU COULD SEE
THAT YOU'RE THE ANTIDOTE FOR EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR ME
A CONSTELLATION OF TEARS ON YOUR LASHES
BURN EVERYTHING YOU LOVE THEN BURN THE ASHES
IN THE END EVERYTHING COLLIDES MY CHILDHOOD
SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE
