To the end with him...dead
Dead he is...have you heard the news
So dead...dead
This is how I disappear he says
The sharpest lives and the sharpest wit
He welcomes you in, to a parade he claims will save us from our sins
I don’t know you from Adam
I don’t love you like a house of wolves
In the distance I hear him
He bellows his joy
He tells the injured to carry on carry on
I hate his voice
His blackened eyes his cancerous sores
Mama says sleep teenage boy
Disenchanted from his famous last words
To carry on carry on
Blood on all the walls
**** all your friends
Heaven help us
My way home is through you
You fabulous killjoys
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
To the end with him...dead
Dead he is...have you heard the news
So dead...dead
This is how I disappear he says
The sharpest lives and the sharpest wit
He welcomes you in, to a parade he claims will save us from our sins
I don’t know you from Adam
I don’t love you like a house of wolves
In the distance I hear him
He bellows his joy
He tells the injured to carry on carry on
I hate his voice
His blackened eyes his cancerous sores
Mama says sleep teenage boy
Disenchanted from his famous last words
To carry on carry on
Blood on all the walls
**** all your friends
Heaven help us
My way home is through you
You fabulous killjoys
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