We watch the world burn for the last time
Finally paying penance for all our crimes
Dropping the pills and waiting for the rhymes
That contain the reasons we need to explain this away
The sounds of the sunset
Never smelled so good
The words we like to forget
Never looked so good
As we turn the bend
Never to be heard from again
The sounds of the sunset
Never smelled so good
Place your hand in mine and look the other way
Hell can be an ugly place on a cold day
The smile on your face can keep the beast at bay
You will never understand if you let the mimes in
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