If I gave you pretty enough words,
Could you paint a picture of us that works?
With emphasis on function,
Rather than design,
Aren't you tired?
Cause I will carry you,
On a broken back and blown out knees,
I have been where you are,
For a while.

Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream,
All the stars right out of the sky.
And destroy the prettiest starry night,
Every evening that I die.

I am exhumed,
Just a little less human,
And lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed,
Just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed just a little less human...

After all these images of pain
Have cut right through you
I will kiss every scar and weep
You are not alone
Then I'll show you that place,
in my chest where my heart,
still tries to beat;
It still tries to beat

Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die

Live,Love,Burn,Die
Live,Love,Burn,Die
Live,Love,Burn,Die
Live,Love,Burn,Die

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