The Chronicler

Open your eyes
As you enter
A decade locked door
Heighten your senses
If you want
To hear their words
Don't stand on the center
So they'll preach
The words for you dear
Because they say it
The way that
You won't hit the floor
And when the sun
Is done for the day
Don't jump off from your bed
You know that's not just fair
What you heard and saw
You just leave it here
Never tell who the thing
Yeah so the plan won't fail
Just save your face
Yeah
And now I must say
My welcoming
Words to you
But by the way
I really should say
you're here 'til ya turn to bones
And when the sun
Is done for the day
Don't jump off from your bed
You know that's not just fair
What you heard and saw
You just leave it here
Never tell who the thing
Yeah so the plan won't fail
Don't make them worry
With your twisted stories
I'd give my sympathy
To your miserable diary
And when the sun
Is done for the day
Don't jump off from your bed
You know that's not just fair
What you heard and saw
You just leave it here
Never tell who the thing
Yeah so the plan won't fail
Don't make them worry
With your twisted stories
I'd give my sympathy
To your miserable diary