So play your dead an all time rhyme   The heats on you& can you stand   The flowers dead, all in your head   You are my wave, you cannot save      July July      We can try to erase the pain it's all time high   And I'll cry to the flag train we ignore that sigh   In the thick of the solid flame i can wash that pain aside   And when dawn would end the same I found the ride of rides      July July July July   You want it, You need it, You steal it, kill just to be there      Now revealed by the hope of a stray    It's a played out scene   Under circles of black you'll say   Is this all I'll see?   As the contrast fades to grey   Solid heat will burn and clean   So the end of the ride is today   Well, I'll fold this hand cause it's ...      July July July July   You want it, you need it, you steal it, kill just to be there