Arson Is Not A Crime…Until You Get Caught

Arson
You started out fresh with your axe on your shoulders
One hand in another, cleverly stewn.
Who would have thought that it’d be six years later,
Another mistake and you’re out on your own.
So do you think that they will still listen?
Still come see the shows and still sing along?
Who would have thought that it’d be six years later,
We’d still be playing the same riffs and songs
We’re an army of hearts, too bold to dishearten,
Too heavy to crumble, too big to tear down,
She will try till her last dying day,
To take what we love and burn it to the ground.
So lets lay it out, we’ll take it from the top
And try a change of pace,
You’ll do your best to stop, but the fact remains the same:
We’re an army of hearts, and watch out for the break…
And listen to the songs and don’t you dare forget the name.
«I'll never go away,"she said,
My heart and my hands still holding her head.
Two more hours 'till I’m out of her bed,
One more night of this and I’ll be dead.