Only The Young Die Good
Saintseneca« Only The Young Die Good » est une chanson de Saintseneca, 2014, Pop. La chanson dure 3:11, 43 lines / 250 words.
Paroles
0:09Waste of a face never yours for the keeping
0:13Slapped across your head
0:17Then with what little time remained
0:21Set out to forget it
0:26Yonder would break days plump with thunder
0:30Of new and glorious morn
0:35Hours would spill
0:37Souring still
0:39Despite our adornments for them
0:46All in good time
0:50You break before the light
0:55So soaked in wine
0:59It dries your will to fight
1:03But everyday is never enough
1:08Sucks tucked in the folds of your guts
1:12Contents of which blaze in your eyes
1:17Jesus I'm drunk on this spirit tonight
1:22If only the good ones die young
1:26I'd pray your corruption would
1:31Swift like a thief in the night
1:35Right I pluck my right eye right out
1:40If only the good ones die young
1:44I'd pray your corruption would
1:48Swift like a thief in the night
1:53Right I pluck my right eye right out
2:04Yanked from your slumber
2:06What ominous portent
2:08Dangles in your face
2:13Rife with sprites falling on knives
2:17Crowd into your gaze
2:21Well sight is a sense and in your defense
2:26One I might liken to the manner in which
2:33You touch what you clutch
2:35And the way
2:35That the wind touches you
2:42If only the good ones die young
2:46I'd pray your corruption would
2:50Swift like a thief in the night
2:54Right I pluck my right eye right out
2:59If only the young ones die good
3:03I'd pray your corruption would
3:07Slip like a slit in the wrist
3:11Hack the hands redeem the rest
Waste of a face never yours for the keeping Slapped across your head Then with what little time remained Set out to forget it Yonder would break days plump with thunder Of new and glorious morn Hours would spill Souring still Despite our adornments for them All in good time You break before the light So soaked in wine It dries your will to fight But everyday is never enough Sucks tucked in the folds of your guts Contents of which blaze in your eyes Jesus I'm drunk on this spirit tonight If only the good ones die young I'd pray your corruption would Swift like a thief in the night Right I pluck my right eye right out If only the good ones die young I'd pray your corruption would Swift like a thief in the night Right I pluck my right eye right out Yanked from your slumber What ominous portent Dangles in your face Rife with sprites falling on knives Crowd into your gaze Well sight is a sense and in your defense One I might liken to the manner in which You touch what you clutch And the way That the wind touches you If only the good ones die young I'd pray your corruption would Swift like a thief in the night Right I pluck my right eye right out If only the young ones die good I'd pray your corruption would Slip like a slit in the wrist Hack the hands redeem the rest
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