The score, so it seems, is fifteen hundred to nothing
Love's in half, you cease to exist, he almost always only kind of gets it
Perhaps I should leave, breathe in, and run
But guillotine sirens begin to become
In god, we trust, to kill people, to spill some blood
So say out loud the words you're scared to hear
Cause when in doubt we all rely on fear
Burning out, drained from the sun
If you're going my way, just know you're not the only one
To the world he was a snowflake, and to snowflakes he was a flamethrower
He lived and he burned, and he won't make a return
So go and talk about it
I know you told me, such a long time ago
How you'd never ever let me go
And I don't know which way to face
If I only knew where you are
This morning, I had a dream
How you never left me hanging on a string
If I catch you coming my way
Bitch you'd better run and hide
credits
from Macrohedonism,
track released January 22, 2016
Written and Performed by Wyatt and Audrin
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