Sanoja: The Acacia Strain. Smoke Ya Later.

the searchlights have stopped,
that means the helicopters
have stopped searching for me.

i finally got to see the sky. (got to see the sky) x3

and I finally got to see the sky

bright red with brilliance,
just like the blood that came
shooting out of your eyes.

bright red like brilliance x2
bright red

I finally got to see the sky x3
and i finally got to see the sky


if you wont look at me you wont look at anyone. x2



the comparison is astounding.
as the grass turned the color of the sky you told me you were sorry.
turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry x2
turned the color of the sky you told me you were wrong.

but thats what they all say.
thats what they all say (thats what they all say)

on your knees and tell me you can live without me.

your empty sockets will serve as my love. x2