Funeral for a Friend - I Am the Arsonist Lyrics

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I Am the Arsonist

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What Are The Lyrics For I Am the Arsonist By Funeral for a Friend?
And the scars he will leave
And the pain he inflicts Will burn out over time Make us stand out of line And the ash will break upon the shore Just like you, you will break upon the shoreline Upon the shoreline If the timeing is right We'll make sure to be seen And the weight we wil bare In the home we are safe Are we safe? For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure It's our plan, strike a match And lets burn down this place It's our plan, strike a match And lets burn down this place It's our plan, strike a match And lets burn down this place Burn down this place For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of IN CONFIDENCE They fall bleeding IN INFAMY You'll exist forever IN CONFIDENCE They fall bleeding IN INFAMY You'll exist forever You'll exist forever You'll exist forever Exist forever Forever Forever |
Who Wrote I Am the Arsonist By Funeral for a Friend?
Darran Anthony Smith, Gareth Davies, Kris Roberts, Matthew Davies, Ryan Richards
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What's The Duration Of The I Am the Arsonist By Funeral for a Friend?The duration of I Am the Arsonist is 4:50 minutes and seconds. |
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