lyrics
Come, come out to play,
Your disease won't spread this way,
I feel when you're gone,
I'm not as strong
Your tongue; a liquid bullet,
The trigger, only I know it,
It's a shame if you're not wrong,
You make life seem like such a chore for heavens above,
I had to make you point to face the demons I love,
Go, go find your soul,
The reason, caught in limbo,
My existence is undone if you persist to roam,
Run and hide your bones,
And I, I will be your own,
We'll be safe where it's not real and cold
You make life seem like such a chore for heavens above,
I'll have to make you point and face the demons you love,
I'm the demon you love.
credits
from
threshold,
released January 16, 2017
Additional recording by Rob Quickenden at Ford Lane Studios.
Additional Musicians: Charlie Wright (Bass) and Matt Claxton (Drums)
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