hey boynmay i ask you a question?ncan you turn away from the fire?nthose ashes will follow you home, sonncome onndont' be a cowardnis it wrong that I imagine 'death' as 'free'?nas a chance to escape a let go?none way ticket to hell on your back nwith the lips of the devil on your mouthnbut i don't want to gonno i don't want to gonbut i don't want to gonno i don't want to go down undergroundncome push the sun downnuntil it doesn't risenyou know us sad boysnwell, we can't stand the lightnlisten upni'm gonna tell you a secretnI am made out of water!nkilling your friendnin the town where you live innyou know that aint no suicidencan i be brought above to kiss the sky?nto break loose from the roots?nof course you can'tnyou know heaven's unreachablenwhen you let your own hand ntake you downnbut i don't want to gonno i don't want to gonno i don't want to go down undergroundncome push the sun downnuntil it doesn't risenyou know us boysnwell, we can't stand the lightnflames upon the edge of a saintnit's a martyr mistake i know...