You want a fiction you can't have
Alive but you can't walk
Writhing around on the floor
You won't be the world's tomb

It's too late because you
You never look around
You're like a deer in the headlights, baby
Queen of delusion
You will never [bad word] 
Start a fire, when you can never put it out
You're burning up in the flames you started
I want to see you face down
Because I know that you play that part so well

Oh, don't wait, the casket is open ready for the funeral
But we are still moving on ready to celebrate
There will be [bad word] No coming back for any one of us now

Don't you realize there is nowhere you can hide
Where I'm from, there is never a rest for the hunted
No way you and I will ever be done
We're never apart

Whatever you're doing
We will always cross your mind
Yeah, you were young
And now you'll pay the price for her

Price for her, price for her
Price for her, price for her
Price for her, price for her
Price for her