No More
Walkin' the floor
Birds of Satan
No More
lockin' the door
Situation
Need you
Comin up
Gotta fill that cup
No More
Been there before
conversations
No More
what is it for
revelations
Need you
here they come
Gotta fill that cup
Hear the bell toll
You don't care
You never dare
No more
Dogs in the drawer
Before you start to scare yourself
Too late
down on the floor
Coming from another scare
Need you
Would you fill that cup
One more
Just like before
want an explanation
Two more
walking the floor
hear the birds of satan
Leave you
giving up
with an empty cup
Hear the bell toll
You don't care
Feel the wind blow
Everywhere
Two strangers living all alone
Til the end
Hear the bell toll
You don't...
Lose yourself
Find yourself
In yourself
Don't ever tell
in the way
On the way
blown way
another day