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Brittle Bones

de Foxblood

We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold, yeah

Sunset clause to the end
With a written undertaking to kill all your friends
Fever pitch synthesis, a smattering of sex as a
Weapon and trivial arguments

So we dance in the fire at the end of the world
With only eyes for each other, lovesick boys and girls
All depressed and alone with serotonin syndrome
And on and on and on it goes

Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain
Drowns the porch of broken homes
We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold
I guess we'll have to go this one alone

And on and on and on it goes

Saw the forest from the trees
Brought us to our fucking knees
Swallow signal smoke and I hope you choke
The arsonist in you and me

Blood pact, callous act, silver platter, sucker punch
Knife in the back, tall tales of a curious cat
Nine lives, didn't learn the eighth time
Better sit back and wait for the heart attack

Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain
Drowns the porch of broken homes
We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold
I guess we'll have to go this one alone

I want to watch the world burn
I want to, I wanna watch the world burn down now
I wanna watch the world burn
I want to, I wanna watch the world burn down now
I wanna watch the world burn
I want to, I wanna watch the world burn down now

Sick, sad, schadenfreude complex
Man, I don't want to hear it, I'd rather be relaxing
I want to watch the world burn
A zeitgeist collapsing, hive mind relapsing
Man, pour me a daiquiri
I want to watch the world burn down

We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold
We're pitiful, always glass half-full and that makes the cycle go
We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold
We're pitiful, always glass half-full and that makes the cycle go

We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold
We're pitiful, always glass half-full and that makes the cycle go
We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold
Said the grass is always greener on the other side
But you were color-blind, now reap what you sow

We're all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn't gold
Said the grass is always greener on the other side
But they fucking lied, now reap what you sow
Reap what you sow

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