Waltzing in the moonlight
Aware of the slight grip or his old fingers...

I heard about your news, today.
I thought it was a lie...

James' hair is greasy as hell and he
smells like rotten bologna...

The air's always more dense when they're ready to...
Like bodies leaking pieces of shattered old soul...

Words.
In the form of insults...

You've got me on my knees;
The blade is to my wrist...

The spiral staircase
The wrought iron fence...

I'm no more than a stone, in your eyes.
A statue, not quite made to standards...

Dripping, dripping, forever dripping.
Scarlet dripping, liquid dripping...

Build up the bridges,
Burn down the walls...

Why don't you ask your big ego to leave?
This part-It wasn't written for three...

Imprison me.
Watch me...