We hold in our hearts the sword and the faith. Swelled up from the rain clouds, move like a wraith. Well, after all, we'll lie another day; and through it all, we'll find some other way to carry on through cartilage and fluid. And did you come to stare, or wash away the blood?
Well, tonight, well, tonight: will it ever come? Spend the rest of your days rocking out just for the dead. Well, tonight: will it ever come? I can see you awake anytime in my head.
Did we all fall down? Did we all fall down? Did we all fall down? Did we all fall down...from the lights to the pavement, from the van to the floor. From backstage to the doctor, from the Earth to the morgue...morgue, morgue, MORGUE.
Well, tonight: will it ever come? Spend the rest of your days rocking out just for the dead. Well, tonight: Will it ever come? I can see you awake anytime in my head. All fall down...well, after all...
--Desert Song, My Chemical Romance.
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