Lyrics

Don't you know this isn't what you, signed up for Are you really gonna die for something you don't believe in I'm a critic not a heathen Malicious intent on the weekend Sink or swim like a baby in the deep end Scheme too much, now the darkness is your best friend Dream too much, cause it's easier to pretend Mmm, mmm Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death) Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death) Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare Mmm, mmm Losing track of time Zoning out to the death bell chime Is this real or is it in my mind Cheat the reaper one last time Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death) Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death) Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare
Writer(s): Miles Huddle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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