Sangtekster:
Stars Hide Fire The Shortcut To Loss

I sit here thinking, remembering all of the "I love you's" Well I'm taking them all back... Because these cold January nights, leave me feeling hollow

Adorned with my ancestral rights Founded on fear, maintained by might, now Loudspeakers call out and remind Keep posture straight keep minds in line,

I'd rather write than speak it's hard explaining when you're wrong it's hard forgiving when you're strong as I burn out and rot, as I burn out and rot this fire