Apollo I: The Writing Writer

In these words that crash my ears
I now stomach this in fear
With a turn I gather name is the bastards son
Through this wire I might cut
Atop this tower of loss and lies

And I will gravitate towards you
I will in the now hate you
Whoa oh oh oh oh,
Whoa oh oh oh oh

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before
I'll live through this in a manner cursed at my own accord
Whoa oh oh oh

If my shame spills a word across this floor
Whoa oh oh oh
And tonight, goodnight, I'm Burning Star IV
Only I don't even think of you
No I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

In my presence you might wake
Through this fiction I must fake
Your death to grace the face of my character
With these lessons he might learn
All the worlds from here must burn
For his god to imagine the end we ask

Whoa oh oh oh
If my shame spills a word across this floor
And tonight, goodnight, I'm Burning Star IV
And I don't even think of you
No I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before
I'll live through this in a manner cursed at my own accord
Whoa oh oh oh

I don't want to go
So c'mon Bitch why aren't you laughing now
You left me here to fend on my own
So cry on Bitch why aren't you laughing now

Whoa oh oh oh
If my shame spills a word across this floor
Whoa oh oh oh
And tonight, goodnight, I'm Burning Star IV
And I don't even think of you
No I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye

Whoa oh oh oh,
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh,
Whoa oh oh oh
And I don't even think of you
No girl I don't want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye
Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye