(parts of victims organs they will give you better style attach the platemail to your insides)
Blistered by the fire
(keep your victims confined)
Caught in the threshold
(to meager)
Man the armory
(rations)
Dressed in our
(those in your basement)
Last attire castle walls
(keep them confined to meager rations)
Falling down around usall
(I stashed the platemail under the file cabinet)
And then when you go to sleep I hope you wake up knowing that you were meant for all of this first, take time to breath you don't need me, you don't need anything its a wonder how we're all under attack from everything always and I'm willing to die to save your life I know that you feel the same towards me this is the last thing you'll remember
(we can't go wrong just hand me the best tongs)
You're saddened to see eveything that's come so far is falling right into reach but your still scared of this rain
(lance her eyes and take one of those dream vacations lance her eyes and take one of those moonlit ocean walks)
Blood stains my blade from taking hearts as ornaments
(wear parts of victims organs they will give you better style parts of victims organs just lance her eyes)
Writer(s): Jonny Craig, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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