A Threnody For A Grand (Atreyu Vs. It Dies Today)

This is a call to arms for all those who recognize romance as,
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves.

It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling,
In the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak,
When everything you say just comes out wrong.

Gutted like a pig.
All you want is the world to bleed.
Someone somewhere stole your desire.
The pain akin to,
Being punched in the throat,
And stabbed in the chest.

It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling,
In the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak,
When everything you say just comes out wrong.

Your bed swallows you whole,
As the days bleed together,
Torment on the lips of a loved one,
And if you try hard enough,
You can almost taste her,
Feel her pass and scream,
Oh God, Why Me?

This is a call to arms for all those who recognize romance as,
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves.
This is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close,
May our hearts burn on.

This woman believes the sun should set and rise according to her needs.
She's a megalomaniac, she's a golddigger, spoiled, selfish, self centered, her values beyond belief.
Her uncontrollable temper, flairs at the slightest imaginable provocation.
She's cold, heartless, scheming, always ready to attck the unsuspecting male.

You would rather bleed than be without her.
Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears.
Your screams play in your empty room.

This is a call to arms for all those who recognize romance as,
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves.
This is a call to arms for all who hold this sacrament close,
May our hearts burn on.

It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling,
In the back of your head.
It's even harder to speak,
When everything you say just comes out wrong.