The Modern Cope Lyrics

You ache with swollen chords

Protecting a precious resource

The fracture of flesh and stone

Confiding with dripping moans

We wake to rushing blood

Carried away in the flood

Pronounce the death and time

Just don't waste the company dime

Fail-safe motion, a qualified soul

Sour the notion of fulfilling a role

Truth aches like vicious hoards

Protecting their bleeding sores

Covered in dust and blood

Carried away in the flood

The leeches lock onto need for belief

Preying upon your pillars of grief

How do you cope at the end of a rope?

When the smiles all fade and to rest you're laid

Fail-safe motion (the leeches lock) a qualified soul (onto need for belief)

Sour the notion of fulfilling a role

How do you cope at the end of a rope?

When the smiles all fade and to rest you're laid