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Tuesday wakes up silent
And there aren't enough pills to sleep
Cut it
And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio
It's over
But nothing can change to make it right
When you live in a nightmare
It's written all over your face.

And in a short time
You're never the same again
The distance is streamlined
Between decision and defense:

Distorient the senses
Loss of identity
No one to trust
No one to trust

Life runs through this trade
I am no killer
But I still hide my face
In the coming days

I wake up every morning
From the same dream
Kill it
But you can't change the letters when the ink dries

I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed
Cut it
Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything

Life runs through this trade
I am no killer
But I still hide my face
In the coming days

Life runs through this trade
I am no killer

Everything is falling apart
Everything is falling apart
Everything is falling apart:
Crumpled paper
Crushed tin cans
Broken bottles
Paper scraps
Were all the same
Were all the same
We all look the same
We all look the same
I am the killer
No
And in a short time
Your never the same again
The distance and extream lies
In decision and diffence

With fists raised high in tightened hearts,
The room explodes and now
This blood is on your hands and
There is no time for a second chance to
Paint my face with blood and tears and cover up.

In an open book that no one reads,
A misspelled word that no one knows.
You stole the rain,
Then you turned around and tore my life in two.

Just like the picture that once hung on the wall
In the room that we used to share
.

So fold me up
And put me back in the place
Where you used to keep your heart

You think it

Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night

And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames
After the things you say
You hate me for being this way

Still you won't let go of old ideals
There is no headline to read at night
When the record slips and you're not holding the needle

We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
Thats how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames

Rain, rain, down
I think it's going to rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves

We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
Thats how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames

The lower cast side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo
The needle is a vector
An intersection that well all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message
Discard this message
Discard this message
Let your city burn down
Burn your heart
Your burning down

Discard this message
Throw this bottle back in the ocean
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain
it's going to rain
And it never ends

We all sing the songs of separation
(think it's going to rain rain down)
Watch our hearts bleed out through our hands
(think it's going to rain rain down)
Thats how it was on the first day
(think it's going to rain rain down)
We saw Paris in Flames