The Golden Censor کے بول

it's just a strength in silence it's just a strength in walking out the door and as this stake is driven into the heart of this a steady hand when marks upon your wrist look too straight to be unplanned i'm burning and i'm home you're breathing and you're gone you know i'll find truth follow the knife! hold on to the pieces when i'm gone you hold my heart it holds truth hold on to the pieces when i'm gone burnt like a match but can't hold a candle to you hold on I'm scared to death the times away from me i'll hold my breath and pray the snow will melt the grounds won't freeze i'll hold my breath keep myself from freezing i half wish that you're happy steadfast and alone but with half my heart i pray so hard you hate this and come home come home set the fire light the match and let her burn