Foxblood - Ghosts & Bones

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Sunset clause to the end
With a written undertaking to kill all your friends
Fever pitch synthesis, a smattering of sex as a weapon and trivial arguments
So we dance in the fire at the end of the world with only eyes for each other,
lovesick boys and girls, all depressed and alone with serotonin syndrome and
on and on and on it goes
Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain
Drowns the porch of broken homes
W’re all just ghosts and bones
All that glitters isn’t gold
I guss we’ll have to go this one alone
And on and on it goes
Saw the forest from the trees
Brought us to our fucking knees
Swallow signal smoke and I hope you choke
The arsonist in you and me
Blood pact, callous act, silver platter sucker punch knife in the back,
tall tales of a curious cat, Nine lives, didn’t learn the eighth time,
better sit back and wait for the heart attack
Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain
Drowns the porch of broken homes
We’re all just ghosts and bones
All that glitters isn’t gold
I guess we’ll have to go this one alone
I want to watch the world burn
I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now
I wanna' watch the world burn
I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now
I wanna' watch the world burn
I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now
Sick, sad, Schadenfreude complex, man, I don’t want to hear it, I’d rather be
relaxing, I want to watch the world burn
A zeitgeist collapsing, hive mind relapsing, man, pour me a daiquiri,
I want to watch the world burn down
We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go
We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go
We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go
We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
Said the grass is always greener on the other side but you were colour-blind,
now reap what you sow
We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
Said the grass is always greener on the other side, but they fucking lied,
now reap what you sow
Reap what you sow