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BRING ME THE HORIZON LYRICS
"This is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For" (2004 EP)
1. Re: They Have No Reflections
2. Who Wants Flowers When Theyre Dead? Nobody...
3. Rawwwrr!
4. Traitors Never Play Hangman
1. Re: They Have No Reflections
I've been dragging the lake for dead kids while you were sleeping
Crossing away the calendar, rotting away into the ground
Where you belong!
I don't know what they said, they all left me for dead.
And when I'm gone, God can have his way with me.
So nail the casket one more time!
I'm ready to go baby.
Nail the casket one more time!
I'm ready to go baby.
Twist the knife, it wont last forever, twist the knife, you know it wont baby!
Twist the knife, it wont last forever, forever more.
Do not change the subject, lets go chase the sunset.
Bring me the horizon! bring me the horizon! now!
Forever, it wont last forever, so nail the casket.
I hate all my friends! This must end!
2. Who Wants Flowers When Theyre Dead? Nobody...
A cherry sunset blossoms
But we are not there to watch it fall on the vacant canvas.
We should be waiting with our face down on the grass.
Staring until our eyes give way.
Lets paint this city black while the nights still young...
This cherry sunset whithers our words.
As frail as paper.
A dawn I thought we never see alone on this silent beach.
There is nothing we can do.
The sky burns itself out.
The trees rot down to nothing.
Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks.
These promenades our graveyards.
Kneeling down on whats left scrificed upon dooms day.
O' if we could take it back and see one last twilight
Take a picture it will last longer.
Our hands in prayer formation.
Our elbows on the bed.
One last try for heaven.
Thinking who wants flowers when you're dead?
3. Rawwwrr!
Taking back what you stole from me.
Wash away these memories.
Silent and proud blood wont confirm on these curtains.
Your blood my hands.
Your blood my fucking hands.
Run for the hills.
Astray from the capital.
And if you think you are alive you are better off fucking dead.
Salt my eyes in hope that I wont see your smile.
And I guess this, this will be over my dead body.
4. Traitors Never Play Hangman
This is what the edge of your seat was made for
Holding on
Nothing to lose.
And this is what the back of your hand was made for
Stolen apologies.
You're a traitor to my heart.
You're a traitor to us all.
Forsaken.
This over indulgence of consciousness has torn a day apart
And lingered in the splendeaour of the feeling in my stomach.
Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
Covering my face away from the need to talk to my miscalculation.
Were all movie stars!
And I'm speaking these words.
You're a traitor to my heart.
You're a traitor to us fucking all.
And I don't want to kiss anyone but you.
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