The Menzingers - Black Mass lyrics
[The Menzingers - Black Mass lyrics]
Into the procession of a black mass
Oh how the subject at the
Altar wants their life back
The view from here to there is
A lot like wilting flowers
It's bored beyond repair and
Unfit for an altar
It's strange relating with the
Lamb to the slaughter
But hey do you really want to throw it away?
Do you really want to throw it away?
I'd do anything to make you stay
We used to only take the back roads
But now we found a distance shorter
You used to call me darling
Now you prefer more formal
We used to get high and stare at the moon
And wonder how long it would take to walk to
But now that's like the distance
Between me and you
But hey do you really want to throw it away?
Do you really want to throw it away?
I'd do anything to make you stay
For just a little, just a little bit longer
For just a little, just a little bit longer
For just a little, just a little bit longer
For just a little, just a little bit longer