Compositor: Jim Fairchild
It's louder to me than anything's ever been
And the shot to the temple was me giving in
Engraved in gold, a yellow spider
With a message to stay beside her
Oh, good friends i've ignored
Let something random decide
Of course it's not up to me
Now it's here, i should celebrate
A course of caution conceit
Let me go
With one ear closed, one to the ground,
Hope i remember when you come around
That one true love and all it's worth
I'll comb the confines, the ether, the earth
Oh, my prayer might be blurred
Less real than random besides
Of course it's not up to me
Now it's here, i should celebrate
A course of caution conceit
Let me go
With all the people i've burnedn
There's nowhere left i could hide
Of course it's not up to me
Now it's here, i should celebrate
A course of caution conceit
Let me go