He kneels down as if to pray
For Sometimes fire is silent
Lock the door throw the keys away
Staying in will keep things brighter
He burned up memories today
Left the ashes in the bottle
Late one night he climbed into a tree
And hid within the leaves, split his nails and cried himself to sleep
I know its closing time for all
Words are all you live by, but stones are all we throw
I know exactly where I was
Die young monster please Die young monster please
Holds his breath as April goes away
He climbs into his fort leave it behind leave it behind
Watches veins and blood vessels come apart
Do those tree rings tell your age, or are you dreaming?
So they say this is your golden age
The birds will whistle, we use branches as drum sticks on our backs
Pack your bags get outside today boy
For there’s never enough to go around
I go wherever I do well
And everything I lived for was opened and closed doors
I know exactly where I was
Die young monster please Die young monster please
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