Besedila:
Boy Sets Fire The Day The Sun Went Out

In this culture I am just the meat for vultures To pick until my beauty shows For your glossy covers and in classy circles smother Have I nothing more

I could lie here for a day Tongue tied and out classed Never missing their world That used to be my life And I can't remember What it was That I always

nightmares This fate laid out in my hands Unatoned I descend into my own indecision In hope, in hope, in hope I can turn this page Falling away, changing each day

I can't feel anyway I can't hurt, I can't bleed But I can kneel as well as you once did Deep inside, I can hear the screams Growing louder everyday Crying out

Falling down, crying out And I'll remember, and I'll remember Spinning around in circles Just anticipating What the next stranger Is going to do to me Falling down, crying out

My mouth is full of your inspiration Cut me, size me down for your regulation Nothing stands so close to driving Nothing gets tense or biting Nothing

I could lie here all day, tongue tied and outclassed Never missing their world, that used to be my life And I can't remember what it was that I always

I can't feel anyway I can't hurt, I can't bleed But I can kneel as well as you once did Deep inside I can feel the screams Growing louder every day Crying out

tales that will mould into nightmares This fate laid out in my hands Unatoned I descend into my own indecision In hope I can turn this page Falling away, changing each day