Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marigold, artist - Periphery. Date of issue: 21.07.2016
Song language: English
Marigold |
| Latched to this life like a death-grip |
| We’re satisfied with the mundane and keeping out of sight |
| But still we are young (x2) |
| I’ll stare the angels down |
| Keep them in the back room |
| Shut the door and let go |
| Now we stare at the grave — cold and paralyzed |
| Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine |
| We are young (x2) |
| Slip through the marigolds and please our damaged souls |
| This place is holding me |
| Jump through the rope, let’s make it credible |
| When blood is all we see, life is impossible |
| Death is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling |
| We’re on the clock and the needle is turning |
| The misery is killing me slowly |
| Give me a spine to work it out |
| You’re just another one wandering aimlessly until the grave |
| The signs of the times are upon us all |
| We’re bleeding for tomorrow |
| Sucking on the mother’s dead tit of sorrow |
| It’s alright, we’ll learn it all before we go |
| Snapped by the neck as we follow |
| Chin up, now tighten the rope |
| Leave it all hollow |
| This place is holding me |
| Jump through the rope, let’s make it credible |
| When blood is all we see, life is impossible |
| Death is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling |
| We’re on the clock and the needle is turning fast |
| The misery is killing me slowly |
| Give me a spine to work it out |
| No funeral |
| No pyre left burning |
| This body is dust in the wind that’s hurling past |
| The misery is killing me slowly |
| Give me a spine to work it out |
| (If I were the devil, I would promote an attitude of loving things and using |
| people, instead of the other way around |
| I would make it legal to take the life of the unborn |
| Make it socially acceptable to take one’s own life, and invent machines to make |
| it more convenient |
| I would attack the family, the backbone of any nation |
| I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young, |
| and I would get sports heroes to advertise them.) |
| I guess I will just leave things the way they are! |
| This place is holding me (This place is holding me) |
| Jump through the rope, let’s make it credible (Credible) |
| When blood is all we see, life is impossible |
| (Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling |
| We’re on the clock and the needle’s turning |
| The misery’s killing me slowly |
| Give me a spine to work it out.) |
| Death is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling |
| We’re on the clock and the needle is turning fast |
| The misery is killing me slowly |
| Give me a spine to work it out |
| No funeral |
| No pyre left burning |
| This body is dust in the wind that’s hurling past |
| The misery is killing me slowly |
| Give me a spine to work it out |