Lyrics The Mind of a Grimes - Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

The Mind of a Grimes

Loaded down
Ready to end it all
Coming this far can’t be a nothing
Flirting with death harder everyday
But we don’t make mistakes
Martyrs this blood makes
Digging the graves for the Valleydale saints
Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine
Such a sweet goodbye
Years brought me to this moment, and these plans are what young dreams are made
of
You’re laying silent, but I thought you ruled this town
Never second guess revenge
Not much for last lines
To me it’s just a ride
Knowing you’re burning tonight
Sympathy’s for the weak
Born to make false models become one with their disease
A psychotic dream, you heard him calling
The Lord helps those who seek relief
You heard him calling