These visions in your vapor make you more and less. Keeping chaos is a chore today. But that murder in your sorrow bellows smoke and death. I wonder what the neighbors will think of to say?. Thunderstorms banging on my windows. Chloroform sticking to my face and head. Careful now a symbol is a promise. Going down going down in flames before the crash. We get you home. It's nothing serious. It's just the space between the sword and stone. Only the ones left over. Will ever get it right. We all know. We know the riddle but the answer is mine. 'Cause only the ones left over. Will ever get it right. We all know. We know the future is another Friday Knight. Exquisite in absentia and divine inside. Can your differences come out to play?. And when did all your heroes take the goddamn blame?. When did all the villains catch all the breaks?. Thunderstorms banging on my windows. Chloroform sticking to my face and head. Careful now a symbol is a promise. Going down going down in flames again. Only the ones left over. Will ever get it right. We all know. We know the riddle but the answer is mine. 'Cause only the ones left over. Will ever get it right. We all know. We know the future is another Friday Knight. Yeah!. Soft quotation never sounds as real. Confrontation always makes you feel before the crash. We get you home. It's nothing serious. It's just the space between the sword and stone. Only the ones left over. Will ever get it right. We all know. We know the riddle but the answer is mine. 'Cause only the ones left over. Will ever get it right. We all know. We know the future is another Friday Knight