coheed and cambria
the velourium camper iii: al the killer
at birth given scars along tender heart liberties in justice for awkward living situated casualties they lay dead along your floor careful not to wake them they're sleeping in the morrows good mourning the dying will discard the wish to live let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming when i kill her, i'll have her die white girls, die white girls you'll get nothing for something arise the hidden war of a dead song unsung the night of your children's day beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up seal the lips of your voice with haste and cower at the sounds as they make their way surprise speed and malice the opposing break the surface hold ready will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb but killings no fun when the heroes are none bye, bye world.