Alsana Three

I don't want to know, if you really believe, I'll dance on your bone, sink while you pray, consoled by your money, keep the house anyway, when you're all alone, will you think of the sea, no one hears you groan, or listens when you say, you’ve poured out your soul, along our highway, what you really own, is a taste bittersweet, for bricks and loans, you ask why I’m late, to comfort your greed, who are you to blaze, it’s only wood and stone, if it’s that easy, I need to get going, wear widow's weeds.