Periphery - Marigold lyrics
[Periphery - Marigold lyrics]
A death-grip we're satisfied
With the mundane and keeping out of sight
But still we are young we are young
I'll stare them angels down
Keep them in the back room
Shut the door and let go
Now we stare at the grave cold and paralyzed
Pushing daisies while we still
Feel the sunshine we are young
We are young slip through the marigolds and
Please our damaged souls
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like
A hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
You're just another one wandering
Aimlessly until the grave
The signs of the times are upon us all
We're bleeding for tomorrow
Sucking on the mother's dead tit of sorrow
Sorrow
It's alright, we'll learn it all before we go
Snapped by the neck as we follow
Chin up, now tighten the rope
Leave it all hollow
This place is holding me
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
When blood is all we see life is impossible
Death is coming 'round like
A hurricane swirling we're on the clock and
The needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
No funeral, no pyre left burning
This body's dust in the
Wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
(If I were the devil, I would promote an
Attitude of loving things and using people
Instead of the other way around
I would make it legal to take
The life of the unborn
Make it socially acceptable to
Take one's own life
And invent machines to make
It more convenient
I would attack the family
The backbone of every nation
I would come up with drugs that sedate
The mind and target the young
And I would get sports
Heroes to advertise them)
I guess I will just leave
Things the way they are
This place is holding me
(This place is holding me)
Jump through the rope, let's make it credible
(Credible)
When blood is all we see, life is impossible
(Death is coming 'round like
A hurricane swirling
We're on the clock and the needle's turning
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out)
Death is coming 'round like
A hurricane swirling we're on the clock and
The needle's turning fast
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out
No funeral, no pyre left burning
This body's dust in the
Wind that's hurling past
The misery's killing me slowly
Give me a spine to work it out