This Is A Blank Page, How Ironic

This Is A Blank Page, How Ironic

V1

Dear man I saw this coming

Every night I wake up screaming

All the screams, dreams, scared of dying

You’re sewn down for even trying

Cause taming paranormal states

Is just a myth with all the rates

Now raise your glass and make a toast

To all the ones you shot the most

Chorus

I bought you a mockingbird

To sing out all the tears you burned

A life for a life was once my own

Tearing hearts from blood to stone

Now take back all the love you gave him

Turn back all the times you came in

And just take, take, take, take

Take a hold of what you got

V2

Fuck I hate the movie stars

Claiming they still have the heart

To take her in with open arms

And shoot her dead from all the harm

And god I hate the scent of you

Buried in the stench of his blood

The one that saved you from the dead

Is right here, darling, like I said

Bridge

Picture perfect

Are we worth it?

Living, undead

Insanely foolish

Merely repeating

Instantly curing

Blood for a blood, man

Soul for the senseless