You're frightened by the memories
You're frightened by your greed
You're frightened of the silent rooms
and the books you never read

You see murder in disguise
the party's over, the host is dead

The great adventure's sick in bed
(No celebrations)

Family voices, familiar names
They're coming after you again
(to celebrate)

You're frightened by the things they say
You're scared of what you've done

You feel your own reactions slow
while everyone moves on

Sunsets murdering your eyes
It's a fire sale of love
It's a fire sale of art

It's a fire sale of every little thing
that opened up your heart

What you had is lost forever
What you felt has gone for good

Repeating lines won't make it better
You pay the price in blood

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