Coheed and Cambria -
Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV Volume One: From Fear Through The Eyes Of Madness
The Willing Well II: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness
What is this that I feel
And what is this that I fear?
In these arms that whored out amongst the worms
That mate in these fields, oh
From pressure to pain I wish to stay awake
In the measure I test with your love for me
To shout against these walls
With hope that one will break free
So hear me
What is this that you keep selling me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
So picture this face and burn it to flake
To shelter it at home at the fireplace
And all but memory will fade
With the flick of the flame
So I have a secret that no one should know
That I shouldn't tell
But of all the, but of all the worlds
This one won't feel
This one just won't leave me well
What is this shit you keep selling me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell
In the press of your back
Do you feel the shore swell? (In the press of your)
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home
In the press of your back
Do you feel the shore swell? (In the press of your)
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home
As father told son in the make of his final escape
Should all good boys die
With God at their side at the grace of His gates?
No, the Robot holds none
With the mind and a heart to comply
Then I will disguise
And grieve of those dead when I'm given the time
Run, little rabbit
Go hide in the blades of that grass
Run, rabbit, run
Should capture be our earnest fault?
Breathe up through lust, I'll find your cure
In there I'll kill, kill them
In there I'll kill, kill, kill all
With your last breath of air, as the Earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night
And give up your life?
With your last breath of air, as the Earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night?
The love of your life
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat
And what is this that I fear?
In these arms that whored out amongst the worms
That mate in these fields, oh
From pressure to pain I wish to stay awake
In the measure I test with your love for me
To shout against these walls
With hope that one will break free
So hear me
What is this that you keep selling me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
So picture this face and burn it to flake
To shelter it at home at the fireplace
And all but memory will fade
With the flick of the flame
So I have a secret that no one should know
That I shouldn't tell
But of all the, but of all the worlds
This one won't feel
This one just won't leave me well
What is this shit you keep selling me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
You'll burn in hell
In the press of your back
Do you feel the shore swell? (In the press of your)
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home
In the press of your back
Do you feel the shore swell? (In the press of your)
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home
As father told son in the make of his final escape
Should all good boys die
With God at their side at the grace of His gates?
No, the Robot holds none
With the mind and a heart to comply
Then I will disguise
And grieve of those dead when I'm given the time
Run, little rabbit
Go hide in the blades of that grass
Run, rabbit, run
Should capture be our earnest fault?
Breathe up through lust, I'll find your cure
In there I'll kill, kill them
In there I'll kill, kill, kill all
With your last breath of air, as the Earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night
And give up your life?
With your last breath of air, as the Earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night?
The love of your life
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat (to the end with you, to the end with you)
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you eat
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Todd, Travis Stever, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez
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Other Album Tracks
- Keeping The Blade
- Always & Never - Explicit Album Version
- Crossing The Frame
- Apollo I : The Writing Writer - Explicit Album Version
- Once Upon Your Dead Body - Explicit Album Version
- The Lying Lies & Dirty Secrets of Miss Erica Court
- Mother May I
- The Willing Well I: Fuel for the Feeding End
- The Willing Well II: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness
- The Willing Well III: Apollo II: The Telling Truth - Explicit Album Version
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