7 lone rangers,
Stand upon a line...

Blood red weekdays show no mercy,
Against a star studded floorboard...

When the blood begins to spill,
Will anybody care at all...

Always look,
On the bright side of life...

When one person stands alone,
It leaks into them...

I sit in my room,
Cold steel in my hand...

Have you ever wanted to do something you know you...
Have you ever wanted to just let go be consumed by...

Is your hair Straigtened?
Is your hair Blonde enough...

I hit the wall,
Thrown by fate...

After every rise out of darkness
There is a fall...

High black ceiling,
White rabbit, White rabbit...

I'm sick of Animation,
I'm sick of Limitation...