Was listening to a song today (Thrice - Paper Tigers) when the lyrics struck me.. they preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight they toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines, shatterproof spires listen for the sound, as it all comes crashing down they light the world on fire, just to watch it burn it'll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learn kind of sounds like auburn's season to me
