September keeps missin' Someone in your arms Someone you remember For always The garden of roses Lay red on the ground The frozen souls And their voices The nicotine shade Cannot cover the window The sunset besets you To gaze Impossible places Where bitterness waits To carry you deeper Insane So lay down in your head Your mouth cannot move The heart's of the dead Leave you empty Now i curse and i beg As september i dread The shackles too heavy To reason To hell with you And your selfish bad luck And your pity for me is just Wasted Now i curse and i beg As september i dread The shackles too heavy To reason So lay down in your head Your mouth cannot move The heart's of the dead Leave you empty