Texty: Brink Of Something Beautiful. Doctrine Of Ethos. HBBT!.

Your lips, they fell on me. Baby let me down like I knew you would. Conversational tension in the air. It's clear that war has been declared. It's just the same. I'll fall for your games like I knew I would. Where I rest my head tonight. Your words are the jagged blade. Your lips pressed against mine tonight. Conversations like swords through me. I failed to say goodbye to you. Conversational tension in the air. The tension spreading everywhere. Where I rest my head tonight. This dies today. Mark these words. Sometimes the fool is the wise man. Play your games and I'll play my role. The wisest fool you'll ever meet. Never again will it come to this. It's over for me it starts for you. I'll turn on the faucet of crimson showers with hopes and dreams of finding bliss. I will not yield my heart to your games. I seek triumph in your tragedy. Your past reserves no right for your actions, though I'll fall to your level. Falling to the power of lies. I could see, I could tell, I could feel my demise. So much closer to me now more than ever. It's when writing these songs has lost any meaning of mine. It's like standing in line forever. I should see, I should tell, it's a hopeless endeavor. So much closer to me now more than ever. I failed to say goodbye...

(Thanks to Timothy for these lyrics)