Coheed And Cambria

Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed in the heart of the enduring?
‘Cause when you opened that door, you knew, well now there’d be no returning,
or room to mourn what we have lost, I do wait while the willing.
As you, the hound of blood and rank, and boy you"ve got another thing coming.
Come on, come on, come on,
you"ve gotta give it me.
I thought you wanted to.
Come on and set me free, Yeah!
I"ll dig until we"ve made your grave.
Oh, you"ve been a bad, bad boy.
I could until i call it out,
and sink it in a sad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no.
Why the bother? I"m no brother.
You’re the wrong I need.
Boy, we all found an audience.
While you found the worst of me,
you got another thing.
Hold "em up against the wall,
now there all of no use to you.
God, it"s time for the curing.
Only your in for that big refuse.
Surprise boy, this tide"s come to turning.
No room to mourn what you have lost.
Ah, no wait you are the willing.
Only you, hound of blood and rank,
who deserves every ounce of what"s coming.
Come on, come on, come on,
You"ve gotta give it t
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o me.
I thought you wanted to.
Come on and set me free, Yeah!
I"ll dig until we"ve made your grave.
Oh, you"ve been a bad, bad boy.
I could until I call it out,
and sink it in a sad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no.