there's a blood stain on the floor

by the door where your whole world fell and died.

there's a silent chair in the corner of the room

where you sat alone and cried.

well she got something to say to you,

but the words never mean a thing,

so she took that needle to her pain and set herself free.

burn! burn it to the ground.

when times got tough you got a little tougher

then you slowly fell behind.

running to catch the things you could not see,

running to catch what you could not find.

well i never wanted to need you, now it's time for you to see,

this forgotten pain that you tried to hide, buried in your apathy.

burn! burn all to the ground...