Somber silence,
The simple sound of violence;
And truth be told,
It's my desire
So let it be
More than a memory;
As it fills your soul,
Feed the fire
Tempting flames,
Chaotic games,
Made insane,
And left in pain
And isn't it so beautiful,
And isn't it so right,
And isn't it pure justice
To watch them burn at night?
So light your matches,
So grab your torches,
Man your pitchforks,
We're gonna play;
A night of flames,
A night of games,
A night of pain,
It's all to gain
Until break of day
And when the sun beats down
Nothing is left to be found
Not a single silent signal
No evidence around
Nothing like sweet revenge
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
Somber silence,
The simple sound of violence;
And truth be told,
It's my desire
So let it be
More than a memory;
As it fills your soul,
Feed the fire
Tempting flames,
Chaotic games,
Made insane,
And left in pain
And isn't it so beautiful,
And isn't it so right,
And isn't it pure justice
To watch them burn at night?
So light your matches,
So grab your torches,
Man your pitchforks,
We're gonna play;
A night of flames,
A night of games,
A night of pain,
It's all to gain
Until break of day
And when the sun beats down
Nothing is left to be found
Not a single silent signal
No evidence around
Nothing like sweet revenge
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