The Willing Well III: Apollo II: The Telling Truth
In the worst of your fears
You have come so far to hear
That in turn they've showered your name
As the laughing stock
Now by fire, you must hang
As my word holds course through vein
You will walk to the end of days
I'll gravitate towards you
I will, in the now, hate you, whoa, whoa
These days are numbered, this close encounter
To the heartland, through the madness
I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this
In a manner cursed at my own accord
I don't want to go
So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own
So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now
In my presence you will make sure the fiction meets its fate
That death will grace your face, my dear character
Through these lessons you have learned
All the worlds from here must burn
For as God demands that the end, we miss
I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this
In a manner cursed at my own accord
I don't want to go
So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own
So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now? Yeah
Whoa, if my shame spills our worth across this floor
Whoa, then tonight, goodnight, I'm burning Star IV
Only I don't even want to think of you
No, I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
If then, should they come home
With failed attempt, we'll know
I won't leave stone unturned
These worlds will surely burn
Wait, wait
Wait, wait
Wait, wait
Wait, wait
Wait, wait
Wait, wait
But what did I do to
To deserve all of you
Jesse, bad boy, just come look at what your brother did
To that girl's precious little whore of a body
Jesse, bad boy, just come look at what your brother did
To that girl's precious little whore of a body now
Jesse, just come look at what your brother did
To that girl's precious little whore of a body now
Jesse, just come look at what your brother did
To that girl's precious little whore of a body now
I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this
In a manner cursed at my own accord
I don't want to go
So come on bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
You left me here to fend on my own
So cry on bitch, why aren't you laughing now? Yeah
Whoa, if my shame spills our worth across this floor
Whoa, then tonight, goodnight, I'm burning Star IV
Only I don't even want to think of you
No, I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
But I don't want to think of you
No girl, I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye