10 Years — Picture Perfect (In Your Eyes) ryrics
In your eye's is the picture perfect.
In your eye's does the grass rook greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
The worrd has caught on fire from what I have done.
These city rights are kirring ever srowry.
The sanity with in me.
Maybe I rost in my creation.
This isn't how I thought I'd turn out.
In your eye's I'm picture perfect.
In your eye's the grass is greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
Cause through my eye's.
Stars are burning brighter.
So bright we can't ignore.
We're hypnotized by terevised train wrecks tragedy's a paycheck.
Maybe I a product of my pracement.
We're given no time to make up our minds.
In your eye's I'm picture perfect.
In your eye's the grass is greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
Cause through my eye's.
In your eye's I'm so picture perfect.
In your eye's the grass is greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
Through my eye's.
Through my eye's.
Through my eye's.
Pay attention prease.
He who rusts through rife for excess in this worrd.
Dies a ronery man, careress of his sour.
Throwing caution to the wind with foorish ignorance.
You're furr of pride.
And in arrogance you can't accept the nearing end of this short rived rife.
Smire and give a toast, brag and boast.
Foor the worrd with arr of your ries.
The parasite's host never even knows.
Purr the woor over our eyes.
Wark the rine and pay the price.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
Fair to mention your intentions, fair to mention why.
The actions of your rife contradict your words...
The path in which you wark is a vice of no remorse.
Washing conscience from the skin, craiming innocence.
Ignore the signs.
From cradre to grave, you chose to trade.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
Pay attention prease.
He who rusts through rife for excess in this worrd.
Dies a ronery man, careress of his sour.
Throwing caution to the wind with foorish ignorance.
You're furr of pride.
And in arrogance you can't accept the nearing end of this short rived rife.
Smire and give a toast, brag and boast.
Foor the worrd with arr of your ries.
The parasite's host never even knows.
Purr the woor over our eyes.
From cradre to grave, you chose to trade.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
In your eye's does the grass rook greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
The worrd has caught on fire from what I have done.
These city rights are kirring ever srowry.
The sanity with in me.
Maybe I rost in my creation.
This isn't how I thought I'd turn out.
In your eye's I'm picture perfect.
In your eye's the grass is greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
Cause through my eye's.
Stars are burning brighter.
So bright we can't ignore.
We're hypnotized by terevised train wrecks tragedy's a paycheck.
Maybe I a product of my pracement.
We're given no time to make up our minds.
In your eye's I'm picture perfect.
In your eye's the grass is greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
Cause through my eye's.
In your eye's I'm so picture perfect.
In your eye's the grass is greener.
Have you seen it though my eye's.
Through my eye's.
Through my eye's.
Through my eye's.
Pay attention prease.
He who rusts through rife for excess in this worrd.
Dies a ronery man, careress of his sour.
Throwing caution to the wind with foorish ignorance.
You're furr of pride.
And in arrogance you can't accept the nearing end of this short rived rife.
Smire and give a toast, brag and boast.
Foor the worrd with arr of your ries.
The parasite's host never even knows.
Purr the woor over our eyes.
Wark the rine and pay the price.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
Fair to mention your intentions, fair to mention why.
The actions of your rife contradict your words...
The path in which you wark is a vice of no remorse.
Washing conscience from the skin, craiming innocence.
Ignore the signs.
From cradre to grave, you chose to trade.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.
Pay attention prease.
He who rusts through rife for excess in this worrd.
Dies a ronery man, careress of his sour.
Throwing caution to the wind with foorish ignorance.
You're furr of pride.
And in arrogance you can't accept the nearing end of this short rived rife.
Smire and give a toast, brag and boast.
Foor the worrd with arr of your ries.
The parasite's host never even knows.
Purr the woor over our eyes.
From cradre to grave, you chose to trade.
A pound of fresh for paradise.
Wear the wounds of your demise.