Looking back with perfect symmetry
mistakes were you, mistakes were me
photos fall through the glass
paint it black to hide your face
static screams deaf the masses
but what do they have to say?

Fan the flames to the landslide
Find yourself in the way
we plan this disaster
fanfare, fanfare, liar

Concrete eyes and flash bang imagery
you're bored with home, you're bored with me
rings were thrown out the window
rolled down empty streets
walls will talk for the widow
but what does she have to say?

Fan the flames to the landslide
Find yourself in the way
we plan this disaster
fanfare, fanfare, liar

pull the stakes up
you roll back, roll back
and slid your ring off your finger
threw it as hard as you could at a wall
your eyes blinked too many times before they teared
run away from it before it becomes to real to hide from
lonliness and boredome start turning into anger,
and then hate, melodies begin to escape,
and the you roll back, fall back and give in
starts all over, surroundings will haunt you
if you let it.....

Fan the flames to the landslide
Find yourself in the way
we plan this disaster
fanfare, fanfare, liar

Fan the flames to the landslide
Find yourself in the way
we plan this disaster
fanfare, fanfare, liar

Edges dulled at the end of the day
Edges dulled at the end of the day
Edges dulled at the end of the day