The Dead Past

So you best believe in right now
You stole a soul and that's hard to switch
Close to the bone cuts are counterfeit
Stitched up so pour me a sip
With fork ice skid leave a car in the ditch

Best believe in

Or at least stop to read print
No sale no return If there's gods then there's demons
And fire breathing seething beast with evil eyes and poison teeth
We've been betrayed by the troops you abandoned
We might make it through but we brace for the landing
Karma's a brand and their outfits outstanding
Carved out of pride and expanding
I'm still surprised why these siren ain't sounding
Were still alive and this building still standing
Heading for lights you keep moving refusing to speak
Now they pulled out the world from beneath

So you best believe in right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out
So you best be leaving, right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out

It spreads a speed with a need like infection
Dial up when eyes up an instant connection
My quarantine is for my own protection
When all that I want is affection
Warmth without question, chunks of my change for regression
Legs for a min extension
Just out of reach as your pulled from the brink for selection
Rolled out and left dead for collection
It's missing the windows, the wait for the next one
Too close to call so why shout from the next room
So far apart like from Venus to Neptune
Did you plead and how far did it get you
Around and around go the stories you could have made
Waded in deep in a game that you couldn't play
Now that it's time to pay up it's a different place
Excuses are hopes of delay

So you best believe in right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out
So you best be leaving, right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out

You passed too many exits
You've come too far to exist
Arms outstretching, armours just a vest
Best aim wins to quick to draw pics
Stamp on bones that curse don't lift
Elevator music only down to the Pit's
Honestly it makes me sick, I escaped, got pulled back quick
Cos I didn't need it, needs are in doubt
I couldn't seal it, something got out
Was something to reach for to shout
When this ride just won't stop, even out
So lean with amounts. All these stories and none of them count
As I lost count of weight by the ounce
Too slow for the pounce, all off the books no accounts
One we win throwing stones at the house

So you best believe in right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out
So you best be leaving, right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out
So you best believe in right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out
So you best be leaving, right now
Cos there's no other way you'll find your way out
So you best be leaving



Credits
Writer(s): Fiachra Mac Oireachtai, Ross Mcdouall, Ben Thorpe, James Collins, Tom Sansbury, Florian Rosset
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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