There's a blood stain on the floor
By the door where your whole world fell and died.
There's a silent chair in the corner of the room
Where you sat alone and cried.
Well she got something to say to you,
But the words never mean a thing,
So she took that needle to her pain and set herself free.
Burn! burn it to the ground.
When times got tough you got a little tougher
Then you slowly fell behind.
Running to catch the things you could not see,
Running to catch what you could not find.
Well I never wanted to need you, now it's time for you to see,
This forgotten pain that you tried to hide, buried in your apathy.
Burn! burn all to the ground...

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): JACOB IRA KILEY, JAMES PAUL CHERRY III, JASON ALEXANDER CRUZ, JORDAN LIEBERMAN, ROBERT J RAMOS