SINGLE BOOK OF MATCHES, GONNA BURN WE'RE STANDING IN THE WAY. BURNING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN, BETTER CALL ON THE FIRE BRIGADE. BURY ALL THE PICTURES AND TELL THE KIDS THAT I'M OK even if i'm forgotten you'll remember me for a day. I, I DON'T WANNA BE YOUR CONERSTONE, I. all the black inside me is slowly seeping from the bone. everything i cherished is slowly dying, or is gone. LITTLE SHAKING BABIES AND DRUNKARDS SEEM TO ALL AGREE. ONCE THE SHOW GETS STARTED ITS BOUND TO BE A SIGHT TO SEE. i, i won't ever be your conerstone. i, i don't wanna be holding on. want your love, can you feel it?