Atreyu-Lip Gloss And Black

If I gave you pretty enough words Could you paint a picture of us that works With emphasis on function rather than design Aren't you tired? cause i will carry you On a broken back and blown out knees I have been where you are for a while Aren't you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could scream All the stars right out of the sky And destroy the prettiest starry night Every evening that I die I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold I am exhumed just a little less human... After all these images of pain Have cut right through you I will kiss every scar and weep You are not alone Then I'll show you that place, in my chest where my heart, still tries to beat; It still tries to beat Aren't you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could scream All the stars right out of the sky And destroy the prettiest starry night Every evening that I die Live,Love,Burn,Die Live,Love,Burn,Die Live,Love,Burn,Die Live,Love,Burn,Die