There's a blood stain on the floor
by the door where your whole world fell and died.
There's a silent chair in the corner of the room
where you sat alone and cried.
Well she got something to say to you,
but the words never mean a thing,
so she took that needle to her pain
and set herself free. Burn! Burn it to the ground.
When times got tough,
you got a little tougher then you slowly fell behind.
Running to catch the things you could not see,
running to catch what you could not find.
Well I never wanted to need you,
now it's time for you to see,
this forgotten pain that you tried to hide,
buried in your apathy.
Burn! Burn all to the ground...