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Bid Adieu
When the youth die we always say they passed before their time But at what time in our lives would they say that we just die? And if I euthanize myself at the peak of my health will they still speak of me like they couldn't tell the wrong from the right I bet they would call me kid I bet they would call me innocent Trigger finger to the head, you just tell me when and I'll pull it in Because I'm the first of a dying breed All I wanted was a dynasty (???) speak in honesty but it ended back in indecision And the misery of the mystery of what people will think of me if I live to twenty something and don't end up dying in my teens Like, is it before my time yet? Okay Just tell me when Cause if all we have is how we're remembered I'll burn a church down just to get trapped under it In a heroic suicide of trying to save another life but I knew nothing was forming inside It was my cover And I'm up to my neck in nooses And I don't mean to be a nucance But the inconvient truth is found when all the fucking news says is Guns, guns, weather, guns, guns Yet another shooting There's too many half empty coffins We all care for one day shrug it off and say 'the youth die so often' And it's true So just tell me when, so I can bid adieu to killing time and just kill myself instead But we won't break thread because I've broken enough skin I guess that's the difference between a starving artist And the well fed 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And if I met father time I'd tell him to kill himself for all the trials in this world that he has still yet to tell And if his brother the reaper calls to collect and get him and I'll let it go to voice mail Because (???) if I don't get into Hell If Hell exists, or if this isn't it If the devil himself would even take me in And I wish he would just that I can report back home the same mistaken applicants from even the best of kids Just like me We don't know how much blood to drink until I taste the grapes Or if by them will I be wasted enough to dance on my own grave In a drunkenly manner of a certain rant or rave About a boy with good morals but a lack of fate Turned into a saved man but now a cripple With a griphold and a Bible and a mind on a rifle Living life inside scriptures is like living with a blindfold So wrapped up in the afterlife that you put aside the real world But the rest of us have to live here so would you mind keep your mouth closed if your mind matches And if the matches light will you sift through my ashes for dust mites But (???) the only trophy that I have earned was an urn For life participating And I'm just waiting to fill it We're all just waiting to fill it Affiliated and create a feeling until someone else kills it And someone always does And everything we love becomes our disease Eventually getting words from my mind to yours will be like pushing a corpse down the street Just tell me when And I'll make that corpse me
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