Who Doesn't Love a Good Dismemberment
At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy.
I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant I passed.
As life walked by.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees.
It didn't like me fucking up the balance.
I'm undoing life's work.
Since I never once saw that gaze fade.
My bag became smaller, the unpleasant wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before.
I think I'm losing my friends.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
I think I was a lovely boy.
It feels like a million years since I was him.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me.
To turn it all around.
I think I was a lovely boy.
Let's see if we can't make a lovely lovely man.
I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant I passed.
As life walked by.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees.
It didn't like me fucking up the balance.
I'm undoing life's work.
Since I never once saw that gaze fade.
My bag became smaller, the unpleasant wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before.
I think I'm losing my friends.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
I think I was a lovely boy.
It feels like a million years since I was him.
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare.
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me.
To turn it all around.
I think I was a lovely boy.
Let's see if we can't make a lovely lovely man.
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hornbrook, Jeffrey Moreira, Ryan Primack, Bradley Clifford, Bradley Grace
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Distance Only Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- I/III
- II/III
- Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- The Opposite of December...A Season of Separation
- Opposite of December
- Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- The Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- The Tropic Rot [Deluxe Edition]
- The Tropic Rot (Deluxe Edition)
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