Jairus Ara Pacis
Its not the fear of seeing new days, but it's the fear of seeing your eyes
Full of august promises and september curses
And helping your hands with wayward stabbings
Flick throw these matches I'll ignite and rise
To dress you in flames and reel around your ashes
In cowardice speak her name tear this writing from this page
And watch me claim this crime
Bring gasolline I'll do the murders
