Passed out in your yardMy clothes were soaking in the morning rainMy head s just a bruiselike walking in a comaLike a battered droneAll my limbs are numbI ve been driving past your houseBeen pounding at your doorI know I m just a peon to youBut I deserve moreThan arroganceCondolencesMy hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawnAnd the morning dew... kissed themDrunk on Bastille DayThrowing pennies at the broken birdsScribbling plans on napkinrA sketch of broken angel wings under your bedMy bandagesStumbled over to your houseI ll sneak in the back doorI know I ve been an asshole to youbut that was beforeThe argumentthe accidentWellI ve heard it s just a matter of time before the hour is spentAnd my hour is spentI can t afford it this timeI can t afford this timeI can t afford this timeI can t afford it...The hour has come for betributionI m storming the walls downI m storming the walls downThe hour has come for retributionI m storming the walls downI m storming the walls downBefore this night s donethe wounds will be goneI m storming the walls downI m storming the walls down

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