Don't you know little boy they'll lay you to waste man,
Little do they know every song has a lifespan,
Never taken one but I'm taking my last chance,
To hold all we know and let go with both hands,
Oh don't you know that clouds are made from concrete,
Right through the stone can you hear my heart beat,
Beats through my bones like a memory left me,
Not for a second or a minute when I dream,
I wanna go home like a home that I keep,
You can dig 6 or 66 feet,
We could live forever still your misery missed me,
Hold this song together with a bottle of whiskey,
Look into the mirror at the lies that time drew,
See them painted white in the eyes that shine through,
My heart beats heavy in an open chest,
And I wanna say goodbye but there's nobody left.
-Hollywood Undead