Texty:
Kill Your Idols Funeral For A Feeling

in the darkness, but would you search for me? I felt around for you, my face was warm and flushed I didn't think that good things needed to be rushed I feel

Don't think I forgot Don't think I ever will I told you that I wouldn't doesn't that give you a thrill? You should be proud You've earned your bragging

Judged by the way you look, that's so lame Fuck your fashion statement game Fuck your fashion statement game Fuck your fashion statement game Take a

? Now like the memories, they're becoming erased Remove your glasses, look in my eyes You were all I loved, now you want to be despised Good-bye my love, hello my friend This isn't a

time Your words are shit, I'm doing just fine You try to prove me wrong, don't waste your breath 'Cause I'll be making noise till my death I'd rather burn your

give a shit I only have one commandment destroy to create, build a new smash the hate what are they for? Why were rules made? to be broken Who's to blame For all your

but still don't understand (I lost the race) There is no better man (for you) But slap away my hand should of known I'd lose again took a gamble instead of a

a pretty face you jockey for position in some silly childish race like a game we played in high school still trying to be cool its time to get a grip stop being such a

on your mind I want to be the one you think of all the time I want to be the one to put a smile on your face I want to be the one that gets you through your