Tekster: Hollywood Lies. Letters.

I'd orchestrated the event, manifested through time. The sirens called out who committed the crime. The discord red hands spelled out my defeat while the tension held up a conviction. I'd plead with the jury at least one time before the tension set in just to rapture the sin, which I in turn, used for crucification. Resurrect from the tomb every old habit at rest. I want to set your purple dress on fire, and I hope you're in it. I want to hate you more than I do now. This lonely game is getting tired, and I know I'm winning because I know that I'm wearing you down. Some day we'll both know what we had was indestructible. Nobody could ever quite come to deny us. It goes on to nothing. I've been touching every single word I said to you - I want them back. The memories will make for a much better story some day

(Thanks to mat for these lyrics)