Form A Line
You won't get out alive if I have my way about it
The jokes will all conspire for your concern then go on without it
Your throat's the wild and fiery
setting off all my doubts and mistrust
The rows have riled up an idle minded soul equipped to kick up a fuss
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed
Just give me someone to blame to give me something to prove
The frozen soldiers will know their
way through time to turn them into us
Your broken hopes and false idols
paved the way to end up here at the cusp
Of a stolen story whose found
familiar tastes, stings you down to your guts
And you won't get out alive if I have my way about it
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed
Just give me someone to blame to give me something to prove
Fester over all my reckless intentions
It's just another form of sick and twisted fanfare
Just keep repeating my name and I'll decide on the truth
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed
Fester over all my reckless intentions
It's just another form of sick and twisted fanfare
The jokes will all conspire for your concern then go on without it
Your throat's the wild and fiery
setting off all my doubts and mistrust
The rows have riled up an idle minded soul equipped to kick up a fuss
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed
Just give me someone to blame to give me something to prove
The frozen soldiers will know their
way through time to turn them into us
Your broken hopes and false idols
paved the way to end up here at the cusp
Of a stolen story whose found
familiar tastes, stings you down to your guts
And you won't get out alive if I have my way about it
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed
Just give me someone to blame to give me something to prove
Fester over all my reckless intentions
It's just another form of sick and twisted fanfare
Just keep repeating my name and I'll decide on the truth
Form a line in the cold night air
While a horses head is at the corner of your speakers' bed
Fester over all my reckless intentions
It's just another form of sick and twisted fanfare
Credits
Writer(s): Hugo Meredith-hardy, Bryn Jenkins, Adam Michael Pardey, Andrew Thompson
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