Paris In Flames (Demo)

Now, it's time

To wrap our fears in the night

And on the first day

I'll dress this city in flames

After the things you say

You hate me for being this way

Still, you won't let go (of old ideals)

There is no headline (to read at night)

When the record skips (and you're not)

Holding the needle

We all sing the songs of separation

And we watch our lives

Bleed out through our hands

That's how it was on the first day

When we saw Paris in flames

Rain, rain down

I think it's gonna rain, rain down

I think it's gonna rain, rain down

I think it's gonna rain

I think it's gonna rain, rain down

I think it's gonna rain, rain down

I think it's gonna rain, rain down

I think it's gonna rain

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough

There is no sunlight

The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room

Distant and incoherent

Businessmen hang themselves

We all sing the songs of separation

And we watch our lives

Bleed out through our hands

That's how it was on the first day

When we saw Paris in flames

The Lower East Side is a jukebox

Playing the dead man's crescendo

The needle is a vector

An intersection that we all must cross

A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls

"Discard this message

Discard this message

Discard this message"

Burn your city down

Down

Burn your heart

Now burn it with this song

You were on the first day

Discard this message

Throw this bottle back into the Ocean

Rip this page from the history books

Smash all the street signs

Erase all the maps

Forget my name

Forget my face

Forget my name