Partyflock
 




I feel the malice in my veins,
And my heart swells with hatred in your name,
And when you've got nothing to be black and blue,
You've still got Hell,
You've still got Hell to look forward to.







Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much too busy to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn't raise.







If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way I would climb my way to heaven,
And bring him back home again.
I would do anything to bring him back to you.
Because if you got him back,
I would get back the friend that I once knew.