Woe Is Me Fame Over Demise
Your true colors ar starting to get loud,
Have fun praying to your great god now,
All that you taught me to be,
Was a Moore, a dreamer that only refused to dream,
Oh save it please, my voice is is peaking through your speakers and
I'm speaking just to show you the way,
How could you, shelter me out I'm much older now,
You shatter like a beaker when I only want to show you the way, and
I'll build my way out of your demise, these dreams are my castles,
Not the walls you built up around me, when I look into my watch and
I know, that time is, time is gold, your true colors at starting to get
loud
And have fun praying to your grey gold now,
And when all your cards are on the table, make sure it's till in stable,
And when all your cards are on the table, make sure it's still in stable
and dance, your life away,
And this war it don't determine who's right,
This war just determines whos left standing tonight,
Atop handing me lights, I can se what you are in the dark just fine,
And I'm not blind, I'm mending the blinds, peaking through to get a
glimpse of your anguishing life,
Your hiding like a vampire comes to strife,
But it won't harm me cause I get a thrill,
And your true colors are starting to get loud,
And have fun praying to your great god now
