[F=1]Jumping, running through an unreal land
Hiding, firing
I can‘t stand them all alone[/F]
[F=2]I'll probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home
and look at old photos of you.[/F]
[F=3]Milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983[/F]
[F=4]We've been....
Dancing... on a volcano.[/F]
[F=5]I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy
With holes punched in it[/F]
[F=6]Rise to feel rise to pinning anger down in a lock.
Drowning down beneath the waves.[/F]
[F=7]I'm so sick of all these people
but I'm scared to be alone
and if this life has taught me anything
I forgot it long ago [/F]
[F=8]Full moon illuminates the streets breathing fire
the dead come together to drink their desires.
They march down the allies. The devils parade.[/F]