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The Funeral Portrait - The Crash lyrics

Artist: The Funeral Portrait

album: The Crash


You sold your soul for gold
Fight to fly alone
Punish your gravity
Is this it?
I'm not one to forget
About your runaway train to suburbia
To your head, from their hip
You're like a gun with no grip
Locked in a city-side chest I'm not worthy of
I'm breathing all of this in to pretend
That I should already know
Already know just who you are
Always out to avoid the crash
We're so out of control, out of control
With letting go just enough, enough to stop living
I'll pretend that I want to forget you
See it though even with or without you
Out of control, out of control
You're so out of control, out of control
Just like a criminal
The coffin has to close
I'll bury your bones to forget you
Your broken story shows
You Buried insanity
Do you pray
To a God or a gift?
Or just another blood trend in suburbia?
Cause you run
And you slip
You're just a boy with a lip
Waiting for dollar sign sins to confess defense
I'm breathing all of this in to pretend
That I should already know
Already know just who you are
Always out to avoid the crash
We're so out of control, out of control
With letting go just enough enough to stop living
I'll pretend that I want to forget you
See it though even with or without you
Out of control, out of control
You're so out of control, out of control
You're like a criminal
Robbing every part of my heart with your own bare hands
So damn cynical
I will never forget
The cage that you just left me in
Sold your soul for gold
Fight to fly alone
Punish your Gravity
Already know
Already know just who you are
Always out to avoid the crash
We're so out of control, out of control
With letting go just enough enough to stop living
I'll pretend that I want to forget you
See it though even with or without you
Out of control, out of control
You're so out of control, out of control
Out of control!

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