TRUMBUS Lyrics

A nice little shade of irony, as you take an take and take from me

Someone who fell just a little too hard

Deny and refuse all you want, the memory's stored inside my vault

Oh, he fell a little too hard but if it weren't for you, he'd not have fallen at all

And now, my best friend is gone

If only you knew how to hold on

And as the irony sinks into me, I think of him, wish he could think of me

I didn't think you could hurt someone like him

Oh, now, my best friend is gone

If only you knew how to hold on

Oh, his blood's on your hands

Has this always been your plan?

No, you couldn't keep him in

Satan is your pseudonym

And now, my best friend is gone

If only you knew how to hold on

Shocked, a little worn down, he goes home

And lays down