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This is the everlasting, so long from every head
For you to always hunt me down again
A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds
Breaking the pieces on my shelf again
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come
Screaming at the top of your lungs
You are the one I'm taking, the new young residents
Inside the center of our universe
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come
For the end, cut me dead
For the end, cut me dead
Cut me dead
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come
Screaming at the top of your lungs
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come
- Album:
- Chapter and Verse
- Conduit
- Between Order and Model [Remastered]
- Miscellaneous
- The Young & Defenceless (EP)
- Your History Is Mine: 2002-2009
- Memory And Humanity
- Hours
- Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation
- Seven Ways To Scream Your Name (EP)
- Welcome Home Armageddon
- Roses for the Dead (Live at Islington Academy)
- Streetcar (Live at Islington Academy)
- Walk Away
- Roses for the Dead / Kiss and Makeup
- Roses for the Dead / 10.45 Amsterdam Conversations
- Roses For The Dead
- History (Radio Version)
- History
- Rock Ballads