Iron Fragmentation
Big black hole
Slow sunrise
Tic tac toe
Imaginary dog by your side
Look to the floor
The bag of bones you love so much
You shouldn't know you're one, too
Cause your hands are pink and your cheeks are flushed
The vigil got cancelled cause no one came
No one ever knew your name
No one ever knew your name
My money bought the price you paid
You moved next door
When the hole in the wall made you cold
You would never throw a rock
But it's good to have something to hold
The vigil got cancelled cause no one came
No one ever knew your name
No one ever knew your name
My money bought the price you paid
I killed you with my pocket change
The ambulances never came
You were never even buried in a grave
No one ever knew your name
I'll watch you turn black and blue
I'll talk a big game and I'll never come through
Unless there's something I can deliver to you
Iron fragmentation is a strange thing to choose
But I'll stomp around like I got nothing to lose
Come on and give me something I can
Save you from, deliver you to
Until nothing remains except your charred tennis shoes
And the wails of the ones who somehow made it through
After you
Slow sunrise
Tic tac toe
Imaginary dog by your side
Look to the floor
The bag of bones you love so much
You shouldn't know you're one, too
Cause your hands are pink and your cheeks are flushed
The vigil got cancelled cause no one came
No one ever knew your name
No one ever knew your name
My money bought the price you paid
You moved next door
When the hole in the wall made you cold
You would never throw a rock
But it's good to have something to hold
The vigil got cancelled cause no one came
No one ever knew your name
No one ever knew your name
My money bought the price you paid
I killed you with my pocket change
The ambulances never came
You were never even buried in a grave
No one ever knew your name
I'll watch you turn black and blue
I'll talk a big game and I'll never come through
Unless there's something I can deliver to you
Iron fragmentation is a strange thing to choose
But I'll stomp around like I got nothing to lose
Come on and give me something I can
Save you from, deliver you to
Until nothing remains except your charred tennis shoes
And the wails of the ones who somehow made it through
After you
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Writer(s): John Andrew Moran
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