Apollo I: The Writing Writer

In these words that crash my ears

I now stomach this in fear

With a turn I gather name is the bastard'ss son

Who by fire I would come

Through this wire I might cut

Atop this tower of loss and lies



And I will gravitate towards you

I will in the now hate you

Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh



I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before

I'll live through this in a manner cursed at my own accord

Whoa oh oh



If my shame spills a word across this floor

Whoa oh oh

And tonight, goodnight, I'm Burning Star IV

Only I don't even think of you

No I don't want to think of you anymore

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye



In my presence you might wake

Through this fiction I must fake

Your death to grace the face of my character

With these lessons he might learn

All the worlds from here must burn

For his god to imagine the end we may ask



Whoa oh oh

If my shame spills a word across this floor

And tonight, goodnight, I'm Burning Star IV

Only I don't even think of you

No I don't want to think of you anymore

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye



I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before

I'll live through this in a manner cursed at my own accord

Whoa oh oh



I don't want to go

So c'mon Bitch why aren't you laughing now

You left me here to fend on my own

So cry on Bitch why aren't you laughing now



Whoa oh oh

If my shame spills a word across this floor

Whoa oh oh

And tonight, goodnight, I'm Burning Star IV

Only I don't even think of you

No I don't want to think of you anymore

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye



Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh

Only I don't even think of you

No girl I don't want to think of you anymore

Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye