And the subtle hint of cellophane
In the photographs you took
I sit alone with inspiration thrown across
Pages and versus of guillotine books
That line the case in the room
Where we cautiously combust
An attempt to show our lust
If I do this nothing will ever be the same
If you don't you will regret it with every breath you take
Please god, is there any other way?
Hidden in the smoke you will question the act
The chapters will burn at four,fifty one
With each strike of the match
If I do this nothing will ever be the same again
If you don't you will regret it with every breath you take
Please god, is there any other way?
That's just an illusion god is not here today
If I do this nothing will ever be the same again
If you don't you will regret it with every breath you take
Please god, is there any other way?
Please god, is there any other way!
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