this match, i can't win
three strikes against you
stomp the rules, burn up the lies
dance through the storm of tears and ashes
my strings, they knot
and the show begins
stepping lightly, again
to unravel this charade
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:59 AM UTC
this match, i can't win
three strikes against you
stomp the rules, burn up the lies
dance through the storm of tears and ashes
my strings, they knot
and the show begins
stepping lightly, again
to unravel this charade