Lyrics No More Dying - Knifeworld

No More Dying

Broken hands, swollen tongue,
That won’t grow back majestic.
All my plans have come undone,
Stood here, I’m not listening.
I’m not listening.
All my friends, one by one,
Severed their correspondence.
Like an ending, on and on,
Squandered hard on dependance.
I’m not listening.
There is no more dying,
There are no more dying,
There is no more dying,
No more than you think.
Golden hands, marble tongue,
Snakeskin ass, porcelain lung.
I’m still not listening.
I’m just another repeat of myself, yeah.
There is no more dying,
There are no more dying,
There is no more dying,