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→ Periphery - Marigold

Latched to this life like a death-grip

We’re satisfied with the mundane and keeping out of sight

But still we are young, but still we are young

I’ll stare the angels down

Keep them in the back room

Shut the door and let go

Now we stare at the grave, cold and paralyzed

Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine

We are young, we are young

Slip through the marigolds and please our damaged souls

This place is holding me

Jump through the rope, let’s make it credible

When blood is all we see, life is impossible

Death is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling

We’re on the clock and the needle is turning

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

You’re just another one wandering aimlessly until the grave

The signs of the times are upon us all

We’re bleeding for tomorrow

Sucking on the mother’s dead tit of sorrow

It’s alright, we’ll learn it all before we go

Snapped by the neck as we follow

Chin up, now tighten the rope

Leave it all hollow

This place is holding me

Jump through the rope, let’s make it credible

When blood is all we see, life is impossible

Death is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling

We’re on the clock and the needle is turning fast

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

No funeral

No pyre left burning

This body is dust in the wind that’s hurling past

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

(If I were the devil, I would promote an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of the other way around

I would make it legal to take the life of the unborn

Make it socially acceptable to take one's own life, and invent machines to make it more convenient

I would attack the family, the backbone of any nation

I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young, and I would get sports heroes to advertise them)

I guess I will just leave things the way they are

This place is holding me (This place is holding me)

Jump through the rope, let’s make it credible (Credible)

When blood is all we see, life is impossible

(Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling

We're on the clock and the needle's turning

The misery's killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out)

Death is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling

We’re on the clock and the needle is turning fast

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

No funeral

No pyre left burning

This body is dust in the wind that’s hurling past

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out