
Date of issue: 02.06.2016
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Love |
You have brought me to my death, to live with all of my loyal friends |
In the dirt, where you’re not dead, you’re breathing, separated from your |
hospital bed |
«We're gathered here today to celebrate a life», they said |
They said, I said, I said |
That it’s my fault, it’s my fault |
You’re all gone and it’s my fault |
It’s my fault |
So I throw my head into the drywall |
Now I only measure time in «days since you died» |
And for every rising number there’s a gear of mine that ceases to grind |
On the day of your funeral I looked from behind and your casket started to |
dance and the flowers grew fast and intertwined |
This is me saying I don’t know how to live without you and never have |
So sing me to sleep |
As those flowers start to weep |
Love is dead |
But still the thought circles my bed |
I don’t know if I can walk this road again |
Love is dead, love is dead |
«Can't miss what was never alive» I said |
As I blew one last kiss, the end |
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Alone | 2015 |
The Recluse | 2013 |
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Better off Dead | 2015 |
Freudian Slip | 2015 |
Forever | 2016 |
Innocence | 2016 |
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