Fame › Demise

Lyrics
[Intro: Michael Bohn] The devil and god are knocking at my door I thought I had your word That a father dies before his son Now the reaper and his men are marching your way Straight to hell [Verse: Tyler Carter & Michael Bohn] All that you taught me to be Was a moper, a dreamer that only refused to dream Oh, save it please My voice is peaking through your speakers And I'm speaking just to show you the way How could you (How could you) Shelter me out? I'm much older now You're a chemical fiend You shatter like a beaker when I only want to show you the way The architect, the creator I'll build my way out of your demise These dreams are my castles Not the walls you built up around me [Bridge: Tyler Carter] Oh, when I look at my watch and I know Time is gold It can't be pawned and it can't be sold Now you're running out of time Better relapse and rewind Crucify your addiction, so you can cross this line Oh, nothing can save you From the fate that awaits you, no, no [Verse 2: Michael Bohn] Disregard the signals Disregard the smoke Father don't believe them Just let them fucking choke [Breakdown: Michael Bohn] Now we lay you down to sleep I pray his hands, your soul to reap And if I die before you wake Then I've lost a bet, and for fucks sake When all your cards are on the table Pray the floor is still and stable and dance your life away [Chorus: Tyler Carter & Michael Bohn; both] Your true colors are starting to get loud (So loud that it hurts my ears) Have fun praying to your gray God now Yeah, this war don't determine who's right This war just determines who's left standing tonight Stop handing me lights I can see what you are in the dark just fine, I'm not blind I'm bending the blinds Peaking through to get a glimpse of your anguishing life You're hiding like a vampire, here comes the strife This won't hurt me cause I get a thrill from the bite [Outro: Michael Bohn] So place your bets Place your bets 'Cause through my eyes You'll reap what you sow
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- Woe, Is Me