Form A Line

You won't get out alive if I have my way about it The jokes will all conspire for your concern then go on without it Your throat's the wild and fiery Setting off all my doubts and mistrust The rows have riled up an idle minded soul equipped to kick up a fuss Form a line in the cold night air While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed Just give me someone to blame to give me something to prove The frozen soldiers will know their Way through time to turn them into us Your broken hopes and false idols Paved the way to end up here at the cusp Of a stolen story whose found Familiar tastes, stings you down to your guts And you won't get out alive if I have my way about it Form a line in the cold night air While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed Just give me someone to blame to give me something to prove Fester over all my reckless intentions It's just another form of sick and twisted fanfare Just keep repeating my name and I'll decide on the truth Form a line in the cold night air While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed Fester over all my reckless intentions It's just another form of sick and twisted fanfare