Honey, you got all of me Mixing up the sweet with a sour taste First your nails are digging deep Then you saying you need sleep Bringing out the worst of me Supernaturally, but you do it best A cherry cola cigarette Bad for me, so hard to quit I, I, I Don't think I could love you more It's impossible I'm like, damn Even sugar tastes sweeter out your hands I come back every time Man, oh, man For your candy lips, I drop all my plans Then you turn cold, and I turn bitter I'm sick of all the arguing But your cinnamon got me back again You build a bridge to burn it down Just to feel the heat around Why, why do I stare, stare in those eyes I get tongue-tied Tied to your powerful, powerful I lose all, lose all control like Damn Even sugar tastes sweeter out your hands I come back every time Man, oh, man For your candy lips, I drop all my plans Then you turn cold, and I turn bitter Bit of this and a bit of that It's bittersweet how you bring me back, oh You turn cold, and I turn bitter Bit of this and a bit of that It's bittersweet how you bring me back, oh You turn cold, and I turn bitter I, I, I Don't think I could love you more It's impossible I'm like, damn Even sugar tastes sweeter out your hands I come back every time Man, oh, man For your candy lips, I drop all my plans Then you turn cold, and I turn bitter Yeah Yeah Then you turn cold, and I turn bitter Bit of this and a bit of that It's bittersweet how you bring me back, oh You turn cold, and I turn bitter Bit of this and a bit of that Bittersweet how you bring me back, oh You turn cold, and I turn bitter

Once two souls had such grand goals Innocent, so impotent, no hands in control Dear friends, always side-by-side With dreams of being glorified as ironsides New - in need of something new Designing a great breakthrough Finally fate-construed in you Fun - none other's quite as fun We'll rise above everyone When every deed is done, begun Sinister as the end draws nearer Typical of the ones in fear Morality will burn and wither Tragedy is drawn to the bitter Drawn to the bitter, drawn, drawn to the bitter Tragedy is drawn to the bitter Drawn to the bitter, drawn, drawn to the bitter Tragedy is drawn to the bitter Not a simple dream at all Left and right, a sacrifice, tethered by resolve Guiltless passion, lifetime spellbound Fredbear's Diner, children's playground Last - finally thriving at last Odds are surely unsurpassed We endured the trials and passed, steadfast Strife - at last, after all our strife The loss of a precious life A part of me died inside that night Sinister as the end draws nearer Typical of the ones in fear Morality will burn and wither Tragedy is drawn to the bitter Drawn to the bitter, drawn, drawn to the bitter Tragedy is drawn to the bitter Drawn to the bitter, drawn, drawn to the bitter Tragedy is drawn to the bitter Sinister, now the end is here Critical, innocent die here Justice fails, it shakes and shivers Tragedy is drawn to the bitter

You think that you can forget me as soon as you can find someone new? But you can never forgive me for all the things you say that I put you through. Do you still wonder about me? If I've found something to ease my pain, and did you think you could hurt me? By driving me insane? Let Go! You killed me, left me there to rot I let go, now I am beyond control Never forget my face Inside your heart is an empty space But you can never forget my face I'll take the blame you shove away There's not much more for us to save I'll keep my distance inside myself I'll never ask for any bodies help You never knew the price we'd have to pay But you will never forget my face You can never forget my face No not ever You can never forget my face

Death Smells like boiled eggs Death A hot stove glowing red Lava Sticky like peanut butter Lava The ultimate stonecutter Anointed in the bubbling lake Charring lungs asphyxiate Unlike quicksand, it's instant Devours whole No longer existent Pumice rain engulfs A mushroom cloud brings tumult Remains are shells Rain won't quell Earth is hell Burning flesh and melting skin I submit to the molten king The messiah deep below Give my essence to the afterglow There I'll speak to the magma lord And bathe in the warmth of the red fjord Past this life of green meadows Lava afterlife in charred plateaus The volcano is death, the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The volcano is death, the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The volcano is death, the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The volcano is death, the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The serpent is death, the serpent is death The serpent is life, the serpent is life The serpent is death, the serpent is death The serpent is life, the serpent is life The serpent is death, the serpent is death The serpent is life, the serpent is life The serpent is death, the serpent is death The serpent is life, the serpent is life The head is death, the tail is death The head is life, the tail is life The head is death, the tail is death The head is life, the tail is life The head is death, the tail is death The head is life, the tail is life The head is death, the tail is death The head is life, the tail is life The volcano is death (lava), the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The volcano is death (lava), the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The volcano is death (lava), the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The volcano is death (lava), the lava is death Death is life, the lava is life The volcano is death (lava) (Death) (Lava) (Death)

The bad white men call him the devil The Yavapai call him "Eyes Like the Sky" This story takes place in the hinterlands Of the newly formed United States and territories in the years before And after the great conflagration called the Civil War Men roam and fight each other to simply stay breathing Muskets give way to repeating rifles, cannons give way to Gatling guns War nurtures weapons, weapons clear the land In the deserts of the southwest, old hatreds grow into new ones Old beliefs are shattered by gunfire and charging horses Into this cauldron of fire rides a young man who becomes a shadowed legend His name even takes on the mantle of the bogeyman in some homes Among the first Americans his name is exalted from wickiups to longhouses From tepees to cliff dwellings Among the men of the badlands, he's feared for his silent walk And swift, economical dispatching of his enemies