I have seen your soul 
The soul that shone it's light for all the grave 
I have seen your stare 
The stare that set our attics into flames 

I thought you promised me 
you'd live eternally 
But maybe that was just a phase, you drama queen 
In a fight who you think wins, arsonists or firemen? 
I would do anything to hear your voice just once again. 

I have seen your soul 
The soul that shone it's light for all the grave 
Wither away 
I have seen your stare 
The stare that set our attics into flames 
Wither away 

You'd make [bad word] 
Lit sparks into my eyes 
You're a beautiful piece of weaponry 
An arsonist to set a blaze 
fireman to kill the flames 
I would do anything to hear your voice just once again. 

I thought you promised me 
you'd live eternally 
But you could sleep a hundred years or even more 
And now that we're all [bad word] and we [bad word] out of luck 
I get no rest until I hear your voice again