Texty: Schoolyard Heroes. Fantastic Wounds. Nothing Cleanses Quite Like Fire.

This is the worst of wounds
My soul blisters like your skin
This is a call to arms
Knives have started sharpening themselves
I?ve told you this before
Boards and nails won?t stop the flames
Your looks will scorch the earth
As if to say that you are mine again

This is my taped confession
My nervous voice will hurt us all the same
Remind me of nothing
Corpse charades
Dare you speak my name

Re-dress bullet holes
Your medicine is useless
Isolation necessity
Nothing cleanses quite like fire

Nothing cleanses quite like fire

Don?t scream
Your worthless calls will draw attention
To Me
I?ll make you mine
Don?t scream
Your story?s marred with bad intentions
For me
I?ll make you mine

Look at me
Lie to me
Honestly?
We?re enemies

Taste the color red blood like prison wine
Know these awful things
You don?t have much time
Burning
Your cold heart is burning
Your whole world is burning
All the kids are burning
Your whole world is burning
Your cold heart is burning
Your whole world is burning
All the kids are burning
Your whole world is burning now

Nothing cleanses quite like fire

You?ll bleed
It?s hacking at your guilty conscience
You?ll see
I?ll make you mine
Don?t scream
Your worthless calls will draw attention
To Me
I?ll make you mine

I?ve got to let you know
Infection overgrown
If they could see you now
Your thoughts are leaking out
We?ve got to let them know
Our skin is growing old
Brush the dust off from your soul
Yours and mine were bought and sold

Look at me
Lie to me
Honestly?
We?re enemies

Teenage obsessions
Taped confessions
These will hurt us all the same
Have you tasted poison like this
Dare you speak my name