The Nothing, Pt. 2
Choose to use your heart if even towards the harshest fate
But it may be swallowed masticated mistaken thing
That you may ridely pine in the mammoth knifing of the night
Left to your own devices and to exhausted
To know what you want
I know
I know
Such is the torment of the years and of your organs and given willingly
How merciless the hand can be on you
On you
And know the sour fear of defeat like wounded soldiers
Are still in slide line and like silk
All the roads to your marrow
The roads to your marrow
I know
I know
All the heaps of hurt that you've had it up to here
With you and further when you feel it at your hip
Every time how you wish
It was home
Oh no
Oh no we're singing
Lay me down
Lay me low
Grow your crown disarming
Singing
Take me south
Take me home
Hold your own and blame me
Singing lay me down
Lay me down
Lay me low
And grow your crown in softly
Singing
Take me south
Take me home
Hold your own and lay me
Lay me
Lay me south
Lay me low
Hold your own softly
That we may ridely pine in the mammoth knifing of the night
Left to our own devices and to exhausted
And we'll know
Know just what you want
We'll know
Well know
We'll know
But it may be swallowed masticated mistaken thing
That you may ridely pine in the mammoth knifing of the night
Left to your own devices and to exhausted
To know what you want
I know
I know
Such is the torment of the years and of your organs and given willingly
How merciless the hand can be on you
On you
And know the sour fear of defeat like wounded soldiers
Are still in slide line and like silk
All the roads to your marrow
The roads to your marrow
I know
I know
All the heaps of hurt that you've had it up to here
With you and further when you feel it at your hip
Every time how you wish
It was home
Oh no
Oh no we're singing
Lay me down
Lay me low
Grow your crown disarming
Singing
Take me south
Take me home
Hold your own and blame me
Singing lay me down
Lay me down
Lay me low
And grow your crown in softly
Singing
Take me south
Take me home
Hold your own and lay me
Lay me
Lay me south
Lay me low
Hold your own softly
That we may ridely pine in the mammoth knifing of the night
Left to our own devices and to exhausted
And we'll know
Know just what you want
We'll know
Well know
We'll know
Credits
Writer(s): Aly Spaltro
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