Marigold
Latched to this life like a death grip, we're satisfied
With the mundane and keeping out of sight
But still, we are young
We are young
I'll stare the angels down
Keep 'em in the back room, shut the door and let go
Now we stare at the grave, cold and paralyzed
Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine
We are young, we are young
Slips through the marigolds and please our damaged souls
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
You're just another one wandering aimlessly 'til the grave
The signs of the times are upon us all
We're bleeding for tomorrow
Sucking on the mother's dead tit of sorrow, sorrow
It's alright, we'll learn it all before we go
Snapped by the neck as we follow
Chin up, tighten the rope
Leave it all hollow
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
No funeral, no pyres left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
If I were the devil, I would promote an attitude of loving things
And using people instead of the other way around
I would make it legal to take the life of the unborn
Make it socially acceptable to take one's own life
And invent machines to make it more convenient
I would attack the family, the backbone of every nation
I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young
And I would get sports heroes to advertise them
I guess I will just leave things the way they are
This place is holding me (this place is holding me)
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible (credible)
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
No funeral, no pyres left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
With the mundane and keeping out of sight
But still, we are young
We are young
I'll stare the angels down
Keep 'em in the back room, shut the door and let go
Now we stare at the grave, cold and paralyzed
Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine
We are young, we are young
Slips through the marigolds and please our damaged souls
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
You're just another one wandering aimlessly 'til the grave
The signs of the times are upon us all
We're bleeding for tomorrow
Sucking on the mother's dead tit of sorrow, sorrow
It's alright, we'll learn it all before we go
Snapped by the neck as we follow
Chin up, tighten the rope
Leave it all hollow
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
No funeral, no pyres left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
If I were the devil, I would promote an attitude of loving things
And using people instead of the other way around
I would make it legal to take the life of the unborn
Make it socially acceptable to take one's own life
And invent machines to make it more convenient
I would attack the family, the backbone of every nation
I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young
And I would get sports heroes to advertise them
I guess I will just leave things the way they are
This place is holding me (this place is holding me)
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible (credible)
When blood is all we see
Life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
We're on the clock, and the needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
No funeral, no pyres left burning
This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Misha Mansoor, Adam Getgood, Mark Hulett Holcomb, Matthew Halpern, Spencer Sotelo, Jake Bowen
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