Trophy Scars - ...And That's Where They Found My Body lyrics
[Trophy Scars - ...And That's Where They Found My Body lyrics]
Those Are the Dead stars Those Are
The Dead stars You said
You'd drown in my words Pushed
By the ink of my
Pen Those Are the dead stars He
Climbs to the highest branch
Of the tree He won't come down you need to
Cut him down And now your shadows
Will know Why your flowers
Won't grow Thos branches are denser
Than blood Shoot him shoot
Him shoot him shoot Electric ink
On a feather Cleaned by
The salt of the sea I'll pas it on to
The insects So they can document me
Those Are the dead stars
He climbs to the highest branch
Of the tree He won't
Come down you need to cut him
Down And now your shadows
Will know Why your flowers won't
Grow We bludgeon the
Cut To open the scab We burn
Off our roots And pretend
That we're sad Repeat Until we
Believe That this is
The life that we lead This
Is the life that we'll
Lead This is the light that
You'll keep So John
Get the gun If this is the road We'll
Have us some fun We'll stay up all
Night And say our goodbyes These are the
Dead stars that march by your eyes
Razors listen We grind our
Teeth Dig our plots
Ten feet deep That way No one
Has any reason to complain Caught by the
Spine We complain Those Are the dead
The Dead stars You said
You'd drown in my words Pushed
By the ink of my
Pen Those Are the dead stars He
Climbs to the highest branch
Of the tree He won't come down you need to
Cut him down And now your shadows
Will know Why your flowers
Won't grow Thos branches are denser
Than blood Shoot him shoot
Him shoot him shoot Electric ink
On a feather Cleaned by
The salt of the sea I'll pas it on to
The insects So they can document me
Those Are the dead stars
He climbs to the highest branch
Of the tree He won't
Come down you need to cut him
Down And now your shadows
Will know Why your flowers won't
Grow We bludgeon the
Cut To open the scab We burn
Off our roots And pretend
That we're sad Repeat Until we
Believe That this is
The life that we lead This
Is the life that we'll
Lead This is the light that
You'll keep So John
Get the gun If this is the road We'll
Have us some fun We'll stay up all
Night And say our goodbyes These are the
Dead stars that march by your eyes
Razors listen We grind our
Teeth Dig our plots
Ten feet deep That way No one
Has any reason to complain Caught by the
Spine We complain Those Are the dead