The Broken — Coheed And Cambria

I followed your every move In a stride that wills disguise Little markings clue the find

Your red lips speak of painted figures The teeth of mangled little listeners The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors and hooded men

Swinging honesty across this violence Obscurity has no hero

The world looks better when you're falling Grace to comfort enough to crawling Divided we must pray for the broken No one can fix us We are, we'll always be the wronged

Your touch seethes of emptiness The callous tips against the brush The worlds now breaking off to crust

The world looks better when you're falling Grace to comfort enough to crawling Divided we must pray for the broken No one can fix us We are, we'll always be the wronged

We're conspiring

Where was your heart when we needed it most? Live in denial and I'll be your ghost

There is nothing to let go Only time will let you know If you're worth anything And you'll know that I'm Giving up way too early Let the axis turn your free And destroy everything you love!

The world looks better when you're falling Grace to comfort enough to crawling Divided we must pray for the broken No one can fix us

We are, we are We are, we are We are, we'll always be the wronged