Look at the fucking time, as it’s ticking by inside and outside of my life Never mind the line, it’s a false sublime, it’s a fear that I cannot shake I can’t take this house, the stench of cud and stout Shut the door and leave this shit, all of it Now welcome to the masquerade
Sing to the tune of the insane asylum x16
For
Forget
Forget the hours spent The overwhelming arguments and pestilence, beyond repressed A mother's touch, is it creed or crutch? So please don’t fail me now This is my perfect hell
Like a needle, this place is diseased Fucking cowards, they prey on the weak I know your kind, and your fucking with the wrong mind One last conquest before I say goodbye
Hear what I just said? Filtered through the red, inside and outside of my life? Never mind the crimes, it’s a fucking lie, it’s a fear that I cannot shake Let’s get back to basics, dreams are fractured knee caps They will buckle right under your skin
Now I’m wallowing in the broken light It’s neither lime, blue, violet or red I’m not a ghost, nor a saint, I’m a runaway train
And now I’m running right over your head Running right over your head until the bitter fall Let it pulse until the ready set…what will it be?
(Will it be?) My malicious plight (My queen bee?) I stole the light from the blind (Will it be?) I feel contrite, I’m grafting oak and pine (Jubilee)
My malicious plight I’m holding stone and vine I feel contrite I’m grafting oak and pine
What will it be, what will it be, sweetie? What will it be, what will it be, queen bee? What will it be, what will it be, sweet pea? What will it be, what will it be, my jubilee?
Forget the hours spent The overwhelming arguments and pestilence, beyond repressed A father's touch, is it free or fucked? So please don’t fail me now. This is my perfect hell And only time will tell - now hear the rebel yell
(Will it be?) My malicious plight (My queen bee?) I stole the light from the blind (Will it be?) I feel contrite, I’m grafting oak and pine (Jubilee)
Will it be? My queen bee? What will it be? Jubilee
I got a locket, it’s hanging from my bed You’re the sun, the one I always had I got a locket, it’s hanging from my bed You’re the love, the love I always had I got a locket and it’s hanging from my bedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
