Rearranged

Corey Lynn

Thoughts of death, a morbid cause
Let it all fall down
Let it crash, oh God

I won't die in the shadows
I will die in the sun
In panic
In public
Rearranged and undone

I can feel it all coming
The fire burns red
A constant reminder
of infinite dread

Let me be swallowed
in definite truth
I surrender
you fucker
I'm broken
I'm bruised