Like a marionette hanging from its strings You live you love you dance but it's not real So take a bow Emaciated little thing Cos you finally have the audience you need
Thinking back to your mother's lullabies How you dreamed of drifting free across the sky Now you drag Your approximated cut-out wings Show the fractures in your perfect porcelain
Don't waste your life away A black heart's a noose
So cut your strings and come down I feel a different way You see bruise I see bloom In everything you hear sound
Like a Roman candle flickering Oh how easily our dreams are extinguished And I know That you can't forget if you can't forgive All the pain I see you burden yourself with
Don't waste your life away A black heart's a noose
So cut your strings and come down I feel a different way You see bruise I see bloom In everything you hear sound
We waste our lives away With these laments to youth We're all lost anyway So cut your strings and come down
We waste our lives away Looking for things to lose We're all lost anyway In everything you hear sound Cos the black heart in you We're all lost anyway Is the only thing that I've found That matters at all
Compositores: John Stuart Taylor, Benjamin Lloyd Jolliffe, Simon Mitchell, Fraser Macleod Taylor, Gustav Tomas Skjerdal Wood ECAD: Obra #12996430