Why does the score have to be like this?

Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips

On the edge of the world I am waiting for you



Ha



Care for a taste of this

Its gonna get you high

Eyes that burn so red

Like a blood lit sky

Dramatic atic

Screams at night

He's twisting

He's falling away

And ill grow up

And make the most of my whole life

Mean while

Im twisting i'm fading away



Why does the score have to be like this?

Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips

On the edge of the world I am waiting for you



Break down

Will the change

This bleak distored view



Care for a taste of this

Its gonna get you high

Eyes that burn so red

Like a blood lit sky

Dramatic atic

Cries at night

He's twisting

He's breaking away

And he'll grow up

And make the most his whole life

This time

He's twisting

He's breaking away



Why does the score have to be like this?

Come see the blood on the edge of my finger tips

On the edge of the world I am waiting for you



Break down

Will the change

This bleak distored view

How long

Conceal the shame

Reveal the point of view



Portraits of anger

Refuse

Receive

Reborn

Respect

We face the danger

We become stronger



They never, ever change

No huh

They never, ever change

No huh

They never, ever change

No huh

They never, ever change

No huh



Break down

Will the change

This bleak distored view

How long

Conceal the shame

Reveal the point of view



I Point at you