My life consists of straitjackets and bow-ties,
grinning with white lies...

Running in circles stopping then,
runing in speed stopping again...

Well, you see, Im just that average wanna-be
The friends I have theyre all I need...

Just think about it,
no throwing a fit...

I am wind,
I am Fire...

Let chaos entwine on defenseless soil,
Remove errors of man and sweep all the weakening...

We wonder why we are to be,
we wonder why we can not see...

Have you seen the scars on my skin
have you noticed where the blade has been...

Are you ready to come back?
i know you had a withdrawel attack...

So many attempts,
yet so little time...

He follows everything that was wrote
stays true to it all keeps it like a note...

Its another day in the christmas week,
i can feel my feelings slowly sink...