will a raven dance tonight   on the grave of this horrible sight   it used to be a holy ground   not even mice would make a sound   (but that was before)   so long ago, i could never remember   i still taste that december   but it only tastes like failure   but thats only if you're asking her,    if you would have asked me   then maybe, maybe you would see   a different side to the story      there were fields   so pure and true   (but that was before they came in contact with you)   the rivers flowed gold, with shores of silver   i could swim there everyday   (but that was before you scared the sky away)   i remember perfection, but our stories the same   the sun was still shining before the lovers came      so now im stuck in this hellish nightmare   where the dead walk, the people stare   its a graveyard, its a graveyard   it isn't hard to see   the place this this could be   but its too far gone, so far gone   i told you a story of a life that i knew   back before i knew of you   and the horrors you would bring      there were fields   so pure and true   (but that was before they came in contact with you)   the rivers flowed gold, with shores of silver   i could swim there everyday   (but that was before you scared the sky away)   i remember perfection, but our stories the same   the sun was still shining before the lovers came      the rivers flow with blood, the shorelines made of mud   trees blacker than the ash of your eyes   burnt alive by the weight of your lies   how could you do this to me?   how could you do this to me?   the sun is fading quick, the haze can make me sick   nothing is alive, in this wasteland   i should have never took your hand   how could you do this to me?   how could you do this to me?   i trusted you not to break my heart