Coheed And Cambria - Apollo 1: The Writing Writer lyrics

In these words that crash my ears

I now stomach this in fear

With my turn I gathered name as the bastards son

Who by fire I would come

Through these wires I must cut

Atop this tower of loss and lust

I'll gravitate towards you

I will in the now. Hate you

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before

I'll live through this in a manner

Cursed at my own accord

If my shame spills our worth across this floor

Then tonight, goodnight... I'm burning Star IV

Only I don't even think of you

No I don't want to think of you anymore

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye (Repeat)

In my presence you might wake

Through this fiction I must fake

Your death to grace the face of my character

With these lessons he might learn

That all the worlds from here must burn

For as God demands in the end we miss

I don't want to go

So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?

You left me here to fend on my own

So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?