Coheed And Cambria

I followed your every move
In a stride that wills disguise
Little markings clue the find
Your red lips speak of painted figures
The teeth of mangled little listeners
The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors and hooded men
Swinging honesty across this violence
Obscurity has no hero
The world looks better when you're falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must pray for the broken
No one can fix us
We are, we'll always be the wronged
Your touch seethes of emptiness
The callous tips against the brush
The worlds now breaking off to crust
The world looks better when you're falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must pray for the broken
No one can fix us