Texty: Silverstein. Transitions. Dancing On My Grave.

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Stop pretending that you're better
You're as guilty as all the rest
You're planning shelter from this division
A ruined cities aftermath

Some people call it tragedy
I call it moving on
I never asked for you to care
I never wanted the things you've got

And now you're praying for your rapture
As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards
You will be there, dancing on my grave

It's so pathetic you care so much
About what other people think
Practice all your lies in the mirror
For every possible line you face

So when you push me down the well
Will you even call for help?
You'll tell everyone you know
You tried to rescue me yourself

And now you're praying for your rapture
As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards
You will be there, dancing on my grave

You disgust yourself, you believe in nothing
You'll deny yourself, every happy ending

It's in your head you'll discover
You're not as consequential as the rest
In your hand you'll recover, a notice of the truth
You failed, you failed me

And now you're praying for your rapture
As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards
You will be there, dancing on my grave

And now you're praying for your rapture
As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards
You will be there, dancing on my grave