Interlude IV (Showtime)

Zach Callison

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    We're finally free
    Welcome home
    It's just you and me now
    Standing alone
    The world is ours

    No, it isn't
    Get in the car
    This isn't finished
    What?

    Even though the kid's dead
    I'm still seeing red
    I'm just a shell of his form
    That his innocence shed

    He lived a good life and he gave it to you

    Oh is that right?
    You know it's not true
    Look at him showered
    In blood and flowers
    Now look in my eyes
    She still holds the power
    After years and tears
    And confronting his fears
    He's dead on his record
    For the world to hear
    And they'll all think
    That it was suicide
    But Christie I know
    It was you inside

    I saved him
    I held him 'til the moment he died

    You choked him out of his own God damn mind
    You promised the world to him, a God damn lie

    What do you want from me?
    Oh look outside yourself
    I won't help you take her down

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    Fine
    I'll do it by myself

    You don't need it
    Oh I know that I need it

    She's been gone for years
    I know you can beat it

    No look in the mirror
    You know we both fear her
    We're one in the same
    We're afraid to be near her
    We utter the name
    With our spirits defeated
    But you let me kill him
    You’re worse than Juanita

    I told you to end it
    It was all for the best

    So I have you to blame
    For this pain in my chest

    No!

    If you won’t go I will
    To avenge the lost soul I killed

    You're filling your heart up with hate

    All the same (no!)
    As the kid (no!)
    That you just left (no!)
    Face down on the (no!)
    Pavement! (Save it!)

    It's time I made a statement
    A pity the city has ruined us
    We could've fooled Hollywood
    Just the two of us
    But
    Juanita has made a fool of us

    You're lost

    One two three four
    Is this what love is really for
    Is this all I get for being yours
    The kid in front of me in blood and gore
    Five six seven eight
    Years put to waste for all I hate
    They'll all know Juanita's fate
    The show's about to start
    Don't be late

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    Composition: Zach Callison

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