I was running to the grave.
I was running to behave.
From the light that you were in,
to the night grew so dim.
I was fighting through the crowd,
I could barely get around,
through the static we were in.
‘Cause you were the mess of things,
you were the death of kings,
I couldn't get out,
No, I couldn't get out.
Can't believe we were the same.
Can't you see the mess you've made?
Some things fall between,
all the fears in which we bleed.
All my friends, they are,
reaching for all the stars.
And I'm lying in the streets,
with guttered teeth.
‘Cause you were the mess of kings,
you were the death of things,
I couldn't get out,
No I couldn't get out,
‘Cause you were the mess of things,
You were the death of kings,
I couldn't get out then.
No, I couldn't get out then.
‘Cause you were the mess of things,
you were the death of kings,
and I couldn't get out then,
No I couldn't get out then,
‘Cause you were the mess of me,
I couldn't help but think,
That I was a mess tonight,
I was a mess tonight.

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