Yellow bird flying gets shot in the wing

Good year for hunters and Christmas parties

and I hate

and I hate

and I hate

and I hate elevator music

The way we fight

The way I'm left here silent



Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

These little earthquakes

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces



We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn

We laughed in the faces of king never afraid to burn

and I hate

and I hate

and I hate

and I hate disintegration

Watching us wither

Black winged roses that safely changed their COLOR



Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

These little earthquakes

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces



I can't reach you

I can't reach you

I can't reach you

I can't reach you

can't reach you

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again

Give me life

Give me pain

Give me myself again



Oh these little earthquakes

Here we go again

These little earthquakes

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces