So while you sort out your head and try to make it simple, I'll always tell you, "this will be the end". Sort out your head. I'm sinking. I'll always tell you that I'll be the end of you. Turn it around, Lose it again This was my favorite song that I will never be able to sing. I'll never get to sing. Cant you feel it changing, now that the stories involve someone else Make them tremble right off of your tongue Over and over again Every time the pages have been replace I can see the lines that you tryed to fill But you filled them all too quickly Quickly I'll make you peel back your skin and make you show your bones to the world. I've made you scream my name. Now, I'll make you pray for your grave. I'll make you feel my pain. And as she enters the room, enters the room its over now We're on top of everything She enters the room, enters the room its over now, its over now We're on top of everything How can you call the noises in your head thinking So you will peel back your skin and you will show your bones. Peel back your skin and you will show your bones to the world. I'll make you pray for your fucking grave.