Lyrics

Keep sitting in the search, curse reverses again God's haunting you If you'd rather be insane, I'd rather be in flames, fuck it It's just the way it goes When there's no getting better The sick and twisted gather A pound of flesh turns gold You said it yourself This heaven's a hell I can't believe this is happening It's not good that we dwell It just doesn't sit well You know I'll never be the same You know I'll never be the same Weep, cry, looking up, in and out of your burns God's haunting you It's so heavy, yes, the crown All the weight keeps beating you down It's just the way it's sold When there's no getting better The sick and twisted gather A pound of flesh turns gold You said it yourself This heaven's a hell I can't believe this is happening It's not good that we dwell It just doesn't sit well There's no point for apologies If making amends is a fight that saves I'd rather die than be buried awake You said it yourself This heaven's a hell You know I'll never be the same You said it yourself This heaven's a hell I can't believe this is happening It's not good that we dwell It just doesn't sit well There's no point for apologies If making amends is a fight that saves I'd rather die than be buried awake You said it yourself This heaven's a hell You know I'll never be the same You know I'll never be the same You know I'll never be the same
Writer(s): Brandon Michael Sammons, John Arnold Boecklin, Maxwell Thomas Karon, Marlon David Coyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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