We All Have Demons

if you leave then we wont play for the walls will wash away the few and we'll stand displayed far past the expiration date for the stage we stand upon is so vaguely fake so why are we here for the sake of the sound when the sound is falling upon deaf

(and i will) be there when you get home you have to see the floor you have to see the floor before you you can see the angels are reaching cross all the t's dot the i's this is your life the contract expires when you die you need to see the bottom of