Apollo I : The Writing Writer (Explicit Album Version)

In these words that crash my ears

I now stomach this in fear

With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son

Who by fire I would come

Through this wire I might cut

Atop this tower of loss and lust

I'll gravitate towards you

I will, in the now, hate you

Oh woah-oh, whoa

Oh woah-oh, whoa

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before

I'll live through this in a manner cursed at my own accord (woah, oh woah)

If my shame spills our worth across this floor (woah, oh woah)

Then tonight, goodnight, I'm burning Star IV

Only I don't even think of you

No, I don't wanna think of you anymore

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

In my presence you might wake

Through this fiction I must fake

Your death to grace the face of my character

With these lessons he might learn

All the worlds from here must burn

For as God demands in the end we miss (woah, oh woah)

If my shame spills our worth across this floor (woah, oh woah)

Then tonight, goodnight, I'm burning Star IV

Only I don't even think of you

No, I don't wanna think of you anymore

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

There is no room for mistakes, my children

For as I have been told, today is the day I die

I'm sorry I never played the part as your father

And from the looks on your faces

It seems that's all you've ever asked of me

It is time for you to go into these worlds alone

With all of my love, I'm sorry

But I love you all so very much

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before

I'll live through this in a manner cursed at my own accord

(I don't want to go)

So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?

(You left me here to fend on my own)

So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now? (oh woah, oh woah)

If my shame spills our worth across this floor (oh woah, oh woah)