Ember 歌词

Count pulse So we feel alive Too loose from true to false To sit me and write I have a hard time Keeping me in line Go turning them log piles In the dead of the night Toss me out To melt on the ember 'Cause a stubborn child Is a gallow November Destructively excessive Ungrateful addict Unprecedentedly obssesive A disturbed fanatic A hundred voices Are ninety-nine too many And noise in store to distort a choice I've got plenty Toss me out To melt on the ember 'Cause a stubborn child Is a gallow November Toss me out To melt on the ember 'Cause a stubborn child Is a gallow November Allow me to moan With my honor on Allow me to moan With my dignity on