
Dancing Plague Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
How did you let go of shame
Ravenous, poisonous, give him kiss kiss kiss kiss
Ow!
Pray for love, die for love
Write it down 666
Admiration is fleeting
Exhausting the healing
But you're breathe is growing desperate
Worms of the soil
Your bloods left to boil
Fevers burning at the last of your wit
I taste the same chemicals as you
My body's learned to see your point of view
Maybe you were struck with the same curse as us
Oh I call that lovesick when your heart is bleeding
What's the point of being dead when no one that you've loved is scared
Of meeting you in heaven when they cross over
How did you let go of shame?
The serpent's jaw that claims to your name
You're a bridge to those
Feet on your chest
It's the cross you bare for drinking holy water
You're my good luck charm, little black cat
And they might be sad but the hours are all ours
I'll put your heart
On a child's head
I'll William Tell
The fucking hell out of it
We were left abandoned
I'm a poison arrow
You're a bleeding heart
I'll put your heart
On a child's head
I'll William Tell
The fucking hell out of it
We were left abandoned
I'm a poison arrow
You're a bleeding heart
I decided this for us
That we would sit here and wonder
If we could ever be wanted
Possess that sense of importance
Are we offerings to an undying queen?
So I wrote the words that drew your shape
I'm not your author or the hand shaking the frame
But I wrote with love I still hold for you
Melodic melancholy woeful wistful truths
You're not a writer
You're not serene
You abstract from the frame as if loss-less art took your name
Nuance of color is not lost on you
Magenta reconciled divine comedic existential truth
It's so good to know that you're good
At least you're warm in your home anyway
Your brush but fingers on to hands of God and the canvas he made
It's so good to know that you're good
At least you're warm in your home anyway
Your brush but fingers on to hands of God and the canvas he made
(Just because you see it doesn't mean it's real for we have peeled back the light of the moon as we have the bark of the tree to see there is no vearth where the sun refuses to gaze)