When the fires did surround me you were by my side With your holy water hands and sparkling eyes We are not a prize at all We are just the end I was on the porch and you were hiding in the dark With the floorboards creaking and the house falling apart I evolve tonite When the iron city rusts and crumbles in the sea Tiny dots and dying leaves will hover over me To the other shore and back, sure ive found the end Bitches on their broken chains of rusty party lines Sew the halos on their heads and riot in their minds So count the bumps on your head where the palms are read I believe it when you say there is no way
creaking, floorboard, evolve, hover, crumbles