Like Fake Blood In Crisp October

The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments Because that's not a monument, it's a grave The new feelings will probably be buried here too But I swear there are people, I swear The new feelings will rise up like fake blood in crisp October From the cracks and the edges of the graves of our proudest moments Because that's not a monument, it's a grave