Cold Summer

Were upon the burn
The shadows of summer
They bring us back in florescent light
Burned with the crowd

Breathe, give or take of what we have
Take a step towards or away
No in between, theres no I do not believe
Burn with the crowd as you fall into shame

Burned by the crowd, ashes of shame
Choke on every word that you said
Every word that you say is dead
Death to everyone

You take these final steps to lay these notes upon 
the sheets for us
Until the hate is gone

Lets play with your face on the floor
Now youre left at the edge of the sword
Defeat has come and your choice is suicide