Pale Aura k.q [Discontinued for re-writing]

Wakey, Wakey.

I'll burn your name into my throat.

I'll be the fire that'll catch you.

What's so good about picking up the pieces?

None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Nobody prays for the heartless.

Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.

You're learning how to taste what you kill now.

Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.

Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.

What if I can't forget you?

I'll burn your name into my throat.

I'll be the fire that'll catch you.

What's so good about picking up the pieces?

None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Just give her back to me.

You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.

So, baby, what if I can't forget you?

(What if I can't forget you?)

Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall,

And just throw, oh no.

You can't just throw me away.

So, what if I can't forget you?

I'll burn your name into my throat.

I'll be the fire that'll catch you.

What's so good about picking up the pieces?

What if I don't even want to?

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh.

What if I can't forget you?

I'll burn your name into my throat.

I'll be the fire that'll catch you.

What's so good about picking up the pieces?

None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Just give her back to me.

You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.

So, baby, what if I can't forget you?

(What if I can't forget you?)

I'd better learn to live alone.

What's so good about picking up the pieces?

What's so good about? What's so good about?

What's so good about picking up the pieces?

Oh.” And the crowd goes wild. We all turned to Kellin who was still in a coma tied up in a chair.

Kellin POV