Texty: Quietdrive. Rise From The Ashes (Acoustic).

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I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling,
You'll be down there waiting.
To finish me.

I call you on the phone.
Tell me what you hate in me.
Why aren't you hating me?
But I don't feel the change.
The after shock and the stinging eyes.
And I realize all that I have done.

I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling,
You'll be down there waiting.
To finish me.

Try and feel the pain.
The fire inside,
And it's burning you.
It's burning me.
But every time before that I,
Had tried to measure pain inside.
You can't ignore it.
Right now you can't ignore me.

I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling,
You'll be down there waiting.
To finish me.

It's settling,
Inside of me.
It's settling,
Inside of me.

I'll take my heart,
And rip my feelings out,
Before you make me doubt.
My existence,
As you're wanting.
Though love will cross,
That bridge when I come out,
With all of these flames burning.
Alive again,
As long as you know that.

I will now rise from the ashes.
Don't call me pretentious.
I'm sitting here making my own rules.
And if I fall from the ceiling,
You'll be down there waiting.
To finish me.