Here I lay, chasing yesterday
And pushing daisies out of foggy memories
And welcomes that maybe I’ve overstayed
Though I followed through with the ties that bound you
Take your fruitions out on me
Give me the worst you can
If affections is all you need from
I’d say you’ve had your fill
You're a feast for the darkest eyes; the devils eyes
What ever happens, entombed, entwined in our minds
But I show you a light so bright that it blinds you
That it blinds us all
Head! Head! Off with their heads!
He’s in love, she believes that she’s better off dead
Head! Head! Shoot him in head!
He’s in love, shes in love, but they’re better off dead
Take your fruitions out on me
Give me the worst you can
Take your fruitions out on me
Give me the worst you can
Head! Head! Off with their heads!
He’s in love, she believes that she’s better off dead
Head! Head! Shoot him in the head!
He’s in love, shes in love, but they’re better off dead
Head! Head! Off with their heads!
She’s in love, he believes that he’s better off dead
Head! Head! Shoot her in the head!
Shes in love and believes that they’re better off dead
Drive by hazed throughout these days
I’ve lost my way, could you take me home?
Draw the bath
Hold me down
Let me drown
Take me out
Set a flame
Tie me down
Leave a mark
Let it burn
Burn your house down
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