Texty: Coheed And Cambria. Apollo I : The Writing Writer.

In these words that crash my ears
I'll now stomach this in fear
With the turn, that guy, that name is the Vasteras son
Who, by fire I would come
Through this wire on my coat
Tuck this tower of loss and lies
I brought the tape towards you
I'm willing but now they do

Oh woaahhh Oh woahhh

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned the time before
I'll live through this in a manner cursed in my own decor

Woahhh
If my chin spills a word across these floors
Woahhh
Tonight, Goodnight, I'm burning star 4.

Only I don't even think of you
No, I don't wanna think of you anymore
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye.

In my presence you might wake
Through this fiction I must fake
Your death to grace the face of my character
With these lessons he might learn
All the worlds in here must burn
For his God to imagine the agony witnessed

Woahhh
If my chin spills a word across this floor
Woahhh
Tonight, Goodnight, I'm burning star 4.

Only I don't even think of you
No, I don't wanna think of you anymore
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye.

[Talking]

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned the time before
I'll live through this in a manner cursed in my own decor

Oh Long ago Woah,
So come on bitch why aren't you laughing
(now, here to pick up my throne)
So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?

Woahhh
If my chin spills a word across this floor
Woahhh
Tonight, Goodnight, I'm burning star 4.

Only I don't even think of you
No, I don't wanna think of you anymore
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye.

Only I don't even think of you
No girl I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye