Pour down these lies you say, on the tip of your tongue they wait, make no mistake, interpret what I say, so analyze my decision on the choices that your given, it's a make or break, cut the phone line and pour a waterfull of gasoline down, strike the match, this wood in flames and ambers high, I'll break a thousand sunsets just to see you, tick me off your hate list and the sooner you the better, we will be.
