May he walk among the flames inside my eyes Undertones, a soul remains in silent rhymes Dead man spits angst in my mouth but don't cry Guess have to let'em beg just one more time around why... why... I swear it wasn't really my fault? Maybe all the lives are really raging in crimes tonight Soon our hands will leave one last scar to mark all shame, but a ceiling 'd be fine just fine can't let you enter and see this part this part why... why... I swear it wasn't really my fault?