The  Willing  Well  II:  From  Fear  Through  the  Eyes  of  Madness  -  Coheed  and  Cambria

What  is  this  that  I  feel

And  what  is  this  that  I  fear?

In  these  arms  that  whored  out  amongst  the  worms

That  mate  in  these  fields,  oh

From  pressure  to  pain  I  wish  to  stay  awake

In  the  measure  I  test  with  your  love  for  me

So  shout  against  these  walls

With  hope  that  one  will  break  free

So  hear  me...

What  is  this  that  you  keep  selling  me,  boy?

I'm  not  gonna  hold  your  hand  here  when  you  walk

You'll  burn  in  hell  while  they're  digging  you  out

You'll  burn  in  hell  while  they're  digging  you  out

I'm  not  gonna  hold  your  hand  here  when  you  walk

You'll  burn  in  hell  while  they're  digging  you  out

You'll  burn  in  hell  while  they're  digging  you  out

So  picture  this  face  and  burn  it  to  flake

To  shelter  it  at  home  at  the  fireplace

And  all  but  memory  will  fade

With  the  flick  of  the  flame

So  I  have  a  secret  that  no  one  should  know

That  I  shouldn't  tell

But  of  all  the...  but  of  all  the  worlds

This  one  won't  feel...

This  one  just  won't  leave  me  well

What  is  this  shit  you  keep  selling  me,  boy?

I'm  not  gonna  hold  your  hand  here  when  you  walk

You'll  burn  in  hell  while  they're  digging  you  out

You'll  burn  in  hell  while  they're  digging  you  out

I'm  not  gonna  hold  your  hand  here  when  you  walk

You'll  burn  in  hell  while  they're  digging  you  out

You'll  burn  in  hell

In  the  press  of  your  back

Do  you  feel  the  shore  swell?

Oh  boy,  I'm  eating  my  way  back  home

In  the  press  of  your  back

Do  you  feel  the  shore  swell?

Oh  boy,  I'm  eating  my  way  back  home

As  father  told  son  in  the  make  of  his  final  escape

Should  all  good  boys  die  with  God  at  their  side,

At  the  grace  of  His  gates?

No,  the  Robot  holds  none  with  the  mind

And  a  heart  to  comply

Then  I  will  disguise  and  grieve  of  those  dead

When  I'm  given  the  time

Run,  little  rabbit...

Go  hide  in  the  blades  of  that  grass...

Run,  rabbit,  run

Should  capture  be  our  earnest  fault?

Breathe  up  through  lust  and  I'll  find  your  cure

In  there  I'll  kill,  kill

In  there  I'll  kill,  kill,  kill

With  your  last  breath  of  air

As  the  Earth  comes  trembling  down

Would  you  give  her  this  last  night

And  give  up  your  life

With  your  last  breath  of  air

As  the  Earth  comes  trembling  down

Would  you  give  her  this  last  night

The  love  of  your  life

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  can

No  one  runs  faster  than  you

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  eat

(To  the  end  with  you...  to  the  end  with  you)

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  can

No  one  runs  faster  than  you

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  eat

(To  the  end  with  you...  to  the  end  with  you)

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  can

No  one  runs  faster  than  you

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  eat

(To  the  end  with  you...  to  the  end  with  you)

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  can

No  one  runs  faster  than  you

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  eat

(To  the  end  with  you...  to  the  end  with  you)

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  can

No  one  runs  faster  than  you

No  one  runs  faster  than  you  eat