Coheed And Cambria. Mother May I. Zeneszám

Did you ever really think that you
exposed the truth that pains the page?
and in their asking you to see their lie
the mode of

for in the morning should they wake up
I'll see them precious in their sleep
and steps should break the same
with every move and every need

so run little children play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother home
so run little children play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother home

Could you ever really wish of them
one of your games in counts of two
with every moment you'll trace the doubt
and of the premise what about

will they ever really see her mend or
does it matter now from them
what of the help from one's been housed
and of this love or loss without

so run little children play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother home
so run little children play
I'll leave the light off to turn your mother home

I should have
god only knows when your word isn't pure
and the blood on your hands isn't yours
I won't believe any word that you tell
and I won't drink the blood if it spills

so give them the story they want you too
give them the story they won't
kiss to you girl before you fall down and leave me

so give them the story they want you too
give them the story they won't
kiss to you girl before you fall down and leave me

so give them the story they want you too
before you leave me
so give them the story they want you too
before you leave me
so give them the story they want you too
before you leave me
so give them the story they want you too
before you leave me
so give them the story they want you too
before you leave me

god only knows when your word isn't pure
and the blood on your hands isn't yours
I won't believe any word that you tell
and I won't drink the blood if it spills

god only knows when your word isn't pure
and the blood on your hands isn't yours
I won't believe any word that you tell
and I won't drink the blood if it spills