Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Only The Young Die Good, artist - Saintseneca. Date of issue: 27.03.2014
Song language: English
Only The Young Die Good |
| Waste of a face never yours for the keeping |
| Slapped across your head |
| Then with what little time remained |
| set out to forget it |
| Yonder would break days plump with thunder |
| of new and glorious morn |
| Hours would spill |
| souring still |
| despite our adornments for them |
| all in good time |
| you break before the light |
| so soaked in wine |
| it dries your will to fight |
| but everyday is never enough |
| sucks tucked in the folds of your guts |
| contents of which blaze in your eyes |
| Jesus, I’m drunk on this spirit tonight |
| If only the good ones die young |
| I’d pray your corruption would |
| swift like a thief in the night |
| Right I pluck my right eye right out |
| Yanked from your slumber |
| What ominous portent |
| dangles in your face? |
| Rife with sprites falling on knives |
| crowd into your gaze |
| well sight is a sense and in your defense |
| one I might liken to… |
| the manner in which you touch what you clutch |
| and the that the wind touches you |
| If only the good ones die young |
| I’d pray your corruption would |
| swift like a thief in the night |
| Right I pluck my right eye right out |
| If only the young ones die good |
| I’d pray your corruption would |
| slip like a slit in the wrist |
| hack the hands, redeem the rest |