Texty: Split Fifty. We Live Forever. Two Fourteen Bloody Bath Tubs.

One match, one Flame
One can of gasoline
Well, One man, one though
No hope, I'm gonna kill ya
This skull, this fist
this bone I hit you with
A rage thats blind
No love for valentines

You're making me sick
I scratch out my eyes
Blindness is better
Than this poison light
I'm hung by my wrists
And a painting of something
The clock on the wall
Just laughs at me mocking

Did I go too far for you
You were my yesterday come on in
Did I make this hard for you
You were my yesterday come on in

Inside me love you felt
So safe and warm
Inside this tub
Your blood will stain the horns
your guilt, your noose
This blade will take your shelter
This day of love
Is now your helter shelter

Each time you fell
You hit the ground running, yeah
With bricks on your feet
You will not escape me now
If you can see what you've done to betray me
Fall to your knees and get set for praying
God hear me now and kill those who persecute me