Green of the Flame

You've been dwelling down those basements, guess that's the way it's going down Spending hours in these clock shops trying to buy a little time I've been shaking in my bedroom since 1999 Call them demons, what have you, modern day poltergeist Your best dress is worse for wear, and I'm too tired to fight Quit wearing me out If you wanna scream and fight, I'll be inclined to waste your time Call when you're not angry anymore 20 miles and 13 stairs, in the corner of the room, you find me there In the green of the flame, burnout embering away To the sound of the howls of the old machines, I'll calculate a list and contemplate Every little wrong being done upon a sweet mother's face We won't take this anymore We won't take this anymore We won't take this anymore We won't take this anymore We won't take this anymore Your best dress is worse for wear, and I'm too tired to fight Quit wearing me out If you wanna scream and fight, I'll be inclined to waste your time Call when you're not angry anymore Call when you're not angry anymore Open the windows wide And scream at the night time sky and wait for a reply Nothing out there but darkness Nobody hears you scream your madness You're dressed to kill, I'm wearing thin I'm too tired to fight Quit wearing me out If you wanna scream and fight, I'll be inclined to waste your time Call when you're not angry anymore We're not gonna take this anymore