Faults are for the faulted
So what's become?
Let me show you
Just what you've done
And we die here
With our thoughts
I thought this from the start
I thought this from the start
When you
Look for me
When those
Sheets are pulled away
When you
Look for me
I don't want to say
Those words again
You burned my inside to a crisp
You burned my inside to a crisp
You burned my inside to a crisp