If I gave you pretty enough words   Could you paint a picture of us that works   An emphasis on function rather than design   Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back   And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while      Aren't you tired of being weak?   Such rage that you could scream   All the stars right out of the sky   And destroy the prettiest starry night   Every evening that I die      I am exhumed   Just a little less human, and alot more bitter and cold (x4)      After all these images of pain   Have cut right through you   I will kiss every scar   And weep you are not alone   Then I'll show you that place   In my chest where my heart   Still tries to beat, It still tries to beat.      Aren't you tired of being weak?   Such rage that you could scream   All stars right out of the sky   And destroy the prettiest starry night   Every evening that I die      Live   Love   Burn   Die (x4)