Waste of a face never yours for the keeping
Slapped across your head
Then with what little time remained
Set out to forget it
Yonder would break days plump with thunder
Of new and glorious morn
Hours would spill
Souring still
Despite our adornments for them
[Verse 2]
But all in good time
You break before the light
So soaked in wine
It dries your will to fight
But everyday is never enough
Socks tucked in the folds of your guts
Contents of which blaze in your eyes
Jesus, I'm drunk on this spirit tonight
[Chorus]
If only the good ones die young
I'd pray your corruption come
Swift like a thief in the night
Right I pluck my right eye right out
If only the good ones die young
I'd pray your corruption come
Swift like a thief in the night
Right I pluck my right eye right out
[Verse 4]
Yanked from your slumber
What ominous portent
Dangles in your face?
Rife with sprites falling on knives
Crowd into your gaze
Well sight is a sense and in your defence
One I might liken to...
The manner in which you touch what you clutch
And the way that the wind touches you
[Chorus & Outro]
If only the good ones die young
I'd pray your corruption come
Swift like a thief in the night
Right I pluck my right eye right out
If only the young ones die good
I'd pray your corruption would
Slip like a slit in the wrist
Hack the hands, redeem the rest
[Verse 1] Waste of a face never yours for the keeping Slapped across your head Then with what little time remained Set out to forget it Yonder would break days plump with thunder Of new and glorious morn Hours would spill Souring still Despite our adornments for them [Verse 2] But all in good time You break before the light So soaked in wine It dries your will to fight But everyday is never enough Socks tucked in the folds of your guts Contents of which blaze in your eyes Jesus, I'm drunk on this spirit tonight [Chorus] If only the good ones die young I'd pray your corruption come Swift like a thief in the night Right I pluck my right eye right out If only the good ones die young I'd pray your corruption come Swift like a thief in the night Right I pluck my right eye right out [Verse 4] Yanked from your slumber What ominous portent Dangles in your face? Rife with sprites falling on knives Crowd into your gaze Well sight is a sense and in your defence One I might liken to... The manner in which you touch what you clutch And the way that the wind touches you [Chorus & Outro] If only the good ones die young I'd pray your corruption come Swift like a thief in the night Right I pluck my right eye right out If only the young ones die good I'd pray your corruption would Slip like a slit in the wrist Hack the hands, redeem the rest Explain Request ×
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