Decay Vincent Lima

Steer clear of the house that his father built
I heard that's it's nothing but broken wood
Eventually he tore the whole thing down
He sleeps with a bottle of stolen pills
Escape to a place where he'd meet with her
And shovels bury things within his soul
But he knew she wouldn't save him

She was the thief
She was the time
That wore away
His paradise
He just wants to feel
Like he did that night
But it's not the same
Decay is blind

Steer clear of the house up upon the hill
Things never appear as they probably should
Exhale and let the smoke cover the town
Betrayed by the tales that his mother told
No truth in the things that were in those books
If he jumps into the water he might drown
But it makes him feel alive

She was the thief
She was the time
That wore away
His paradise
He just wants to feel
Like he did that night
But it's not the same
Decay is blind