The Broken - Coheed and Cambria

I followed your every move

In a stride that wills disguise

Little markings clue the find

Your red lips speak of painted figures

The teeth of mangled little listeners

The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors and hooded men

Swinging honesty across this violence

Obscurity has no hero

The world looks better when you’re falling

Grace to comfort enough to crawling

Divided we must pray for the broken

No one can fix us We are, we’ll always be the wronged

Your touch seethes of emptiness

The callous tips against the brush

The worlds now breaking off to crust

The world looks better when you’re falling

Grace to comfort enough to crawling

Divided we must pray for the broken

No one can fix us We are, we’ll always be the wronged

We’re conspiring

Where was your heart when we needed it most?

Live in denial and I’ll be your ghost

There is nothing to let go Only time will let you know

If you’re worth anything

And you’ll know that I’m

Giving up way too early

Let the axis turn your free

And destroy everything you love!

The world looks better when you’re falling

Grace to comfort enough to crawling

Divided we must pray for the broken

No one can fix us We are, we are

We are, we are

We are, we’ll always be the wronged