Like Fake Blood In Crisp October

The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October

From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments

Because that's not a monument, it's a grave

The new feelings will probably be buried here too

But I swear there are people, I swear

The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October

From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments

Because that's not a monument, it's a grave