Safety Fire (The)
Yellowism
Put the man on the standA sentence to end himThe word became cold flesh on a nooseThe gallows his picture frameThe gallowsI'll talk to god about the souls I've pulled outRun my fingers through their hairTyrants of meaningMonopolies of beautyEven flowers are black at nightTyrants of meaningMonopolies of beautyEven flowers are blackBlack at nightI'll make my morals from the bottom upSweet depravity my godMy only power not in a wordMy only power not in a wordA sentence to end himThe word became cold flesh on a nooseThe gallows his picture frameLetras de cancionesThe gallowsI'll talk to god about the souls I've pulled outRun my fingers through their hairHe smiled all the way downThe punch line silencedRead his scars like a psalmRead his scars like a psalm
From Letras Mania