there's a blood stain on the floor
by the door where your whole world fell and died.
there's a silent chair in the corner of the room
where you sat alone and cried.
well she got something to say to you,
but the words never mean a thing,
so she took that needle to her pain and set herself free.
burn! burn it to the ground.
when times got tough you got a little tougher
then you slowly fell behind.
running to catch the things you could not see,
running to catch what you could not find.
well i never wanted to need you, now it's time for you to see,
this forgotten pain that you tried to hide, buried in your apathy.
burn! burn all to the ground...
