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Burning down the house again burning in the autumn wind aint that comical, sympathetic, beautiful watch the roof become a blade caving in on what i made its just so logical, tragic, magic, pitiful tell everyone that you know that i wont be coming around no more tell everyone i'll be fine but i had to get out of here sometime sinking on a crowded ship reaching out to next of kin call me cynical but i'd rather die alone when the water reached the deck i had lost my self-respect don't get personal, apathetic, critical mourning what has come and gone is healthy only for so long call me terrible but i'm trying to move on use what's left of love to give find another life to live overcome the pain and become the razor blade Aus Songtexte Mania