The American Tragedy

In The Wake Of The Muse

The American Tragedy


I've been staring so long
I have become a foreigner
I will reshape this mound of clay
Until I'm in my Father's image

Help me I am breathing
Harder under water
I can't make it in the wake
Of my one true love
I've transformed myself to this
Because of you

Does it make you sad to hear
I've gotten my life all worked out
They'll betray you they're all liars
Betray you with your own courtesy

Help me I am breathing
Harder under water
I can't make it in the wake
Of my one true love because you
Dropped your best friend