Yellow bird flying gets shot in the wingGood year for hunters and Christmas partiesAnd I hateAnd I hateAnd I hateAnd I hate elevator musicThe way we fightThe way I’m left here silentOh these little earthquakesHere we go againOh these little earthquakesDoesn’t take much to rip us into piecesWe danced in graveyards with vampires till dawnWe laughed in the faces of kings never afraid to burnAnd I hateAnd I hateAnd I hateAnd I hate disintegrationWatching us witherBlack winged roses that safely changed their colorOh these little earthquakesHere we go againOh these little earthquakesDoesn’t take much to rip us into piecesI can’t reach youI can’t reach youGive me life, give me painGive me myself againOh these little earthquakesHere we go againOh these little earthquakesDoesn’t take much to rip us into pieces
Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces