You're frightened by the memories
You're frightened by your greed
You're frightened of the silent rooms
and the books you never read
You see murder in disguise
the party's over, the host is dead
The great adventure's sick in bed
(No celebrations)
Family voices, familiar names
They're coming after you again
(to celebrate)
You're frightened by the things they say
You're scared of what you've done
You feel your own reactions slow
while everyone moves on
Sunsets murdering your eyes
It's a fire sale of love
It's a fire sale of art
It's a fire sale of every little thing
that opened up your heart
What you had is lost forever
What you felt has gone for good
Repeating lines won't make it better
You pay the price in blood
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