Judge Barthorne and the Infamous Viet Trash Court

I Never Want the Chance to Say the Words That I Wanna Hear

In the Minutes of Need, I Wish I Could Wake Up in My Reflection in the Sand

I Can Live on Roses or You Be My Sacrifice, Otherwise Even My Happiness Won’t Be Enough

Crumble to Earth in a False World Like Ours Today

Some Days Are Made for Two, Though I Barely Understand Half of What We Had

A Little Time Evermore in a Pocket Full of Feathers

Many Roads Will Tumble Into the Infinitely Burning Sun