Like Fake Blood in Crisp October
The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October
From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments
Because that's not a monument, it's a grave
The new feelings will probably be buried here too
But I swear there are people, I swear
The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October
From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments
Because that's not a monument, it's a grave
Writer/s: Dave Longstreth
