Prong

Lights shine from the burning faces I don't care if it blinds me shadows gesture me for panic but there's never anywhere to flattered
from media sized rages never to miss the wicked ways not so easy to get fooled by emergency broadcast rule it's a relapse! a
point of collapse! god bless my soul it's up to you now crawl on all of us another message attempt to scare us again rejection of all
what is said I listen to only what's discordant like the sting of razor sharp glass enjoy the scene of torches burning laugh at a