youre an image pale that points and laughs white mistress in a fiery bath now tie me down and take me home im not afraid to go now tie me down and take me home im not afraid to go shake the roots off the trees your conscience fades eyes have no vision to see your soul degrades grey follows in front of me youve lost your way every life is but a death to me eventually the jokes arent free and nothings ever fun and nothings funny blunt self believe too big to fall lead shadow stands just inches tall i hope to god you never die your joke is just my type shake the roots off the trees your conscience fades eyes have no vision to see your soul degrades grey follows in front of me youve lost your way every life is but a death to me eventually the jokes arent free and nothings ever fun and nothings funny but now i see that the jokes on me and nothings ever fun and nothings funny dont be scared dont be scared dont be scared dont be scared dont be scared eventually the jokes arent free and nothings ever fun and nothings funny but now i see that the jokes on me and nothings ever fun and nothings funny your joke is just my type
['alternative metal', 'american metalcore', 'mathcore', 'new jersey hardcore', 'new jersey punk']