A huge crowd of gentlemen walks away
Streetlights burn bright on another round
Now they're going down, down, down, down
[Pre-Chorus]
We need style (got it)
Stealth (got it)
Bleach (got it)
Let it pour down the walls (run through)
Creaks (Holes)
And sheets (baby)
Breathe in the chems again
[Chorus]
You're on your own
Concussed brain, and thighs
You still hold the cure
Toxic blends, in flames, oh!
A cursed medallion, scattered dreams
Life tocks by, I see your shadow's eyes
And their pupil's bathing in hot blood
[Pre-Chorus]
And by now (tell me)
Hun (do you)
Feel (anger)
Rushing inside of your pores (I see)
Scars (on your)
Cheeks (is it)
The ghost of me that lies on your face?
[Chorus]
There are no rules
When it comes to the best
Ignite your lies
Toxic Shards, in flames, oh!