An Ambulance In Traffic

How could you expect me to believe

This is all my fault

One last dance in decadence

You call this knife an acquiesce
I call it reason to collect
One final keepsake
Your fucking head

I hope it haunts you in your dreams
To be reminded of the promises
May you fear the day you wake and there I'll be
I'll be waiting by your fucking bedside
I'll be waiting by your bedside
With a shotgun

And every reason to be the nail that seals your tomb

Who's happy now
Who's face down in the dirt
Completely null of worth
You have what you deserve

Walk with me
To the fire
Stroke the flame
This is where they'll find your remains

Waiting for your last request, just as I'd expect
The same dead
As we first met
Screaming silence



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Rollins
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