Texas In July - Nooses lyrics
[Texas In July - Nooses lyrics]
This blister has made a permanent stay
Upon the fingers plagued by a hand
A hand that couldn’t bare to raise up
Be seen and speak like a man
Bury me, let me lay
I’ll be right there when you look away
Bury me, let me lay
Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead
Asphyxiating in water so cold
Frigid straight to the marrow
Pushed down, buried deep inside
Where no light can shine through
To live within weakened thoughts
And brittle bones
Bury me, let me lay
I’ll be right there when you look away
Bury me, let me lay
Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead
You start to go under
The waterline feels like a noose
With every step the surface gets
Closer to your neck
This sovereign baptism is the last thing
You’ll have the chance to disrespect
Wicked tongues lick the silver spoon
And the timid become the footpath
While you turn away
Bury me, let me lay
I’ll be right there when you look away
Bury me, let me lay
Punishment wait's impatiently
The blind follower requests a closing pardon
There are no ears to hear this false sermon
Your faulty judgment displayed so clouded
Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead
When I’m dead I’m dead
Upon the fingers plagued by a hand
A hand that couldn’t bare to raise up
Be seen and speak like a man
Bury me, let me lay
I’ll be right there when you look away
Bury me, let me lay
Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead
Asphyxiating in water so cold
Frigid straight to the marrow
Pushed down, buried deep inside
Where no light can shine through
To live within weakened thoughts
And brittle bones
Bury me, let me lay
I’ll be right there when you look away
Bury me, let me lay
Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead
You start to go under
The waterline feels like a noose
With every step the surface gets
Closer to your neck
This sovereign baptism is the last thing
You’ll have the chance to disrespect
Wicked tongues lick the silver spoon
And the timid become the footpath
While you turn away
Bury me, let me lay
I’ll be right there when you look away
Bury me, let me lay
Punishment wait's impatiently
The blind follower requests a closing pardon
There are no ears to hear this false sermon
Your faulty judgment displayed so clouded
Remember me when I’m dead I’m dead
When I’m dead I’m dead