The Death Of... letra

You blacken me, and then you walk away.
In a pool of blood.
You attack me like lions would.
Sinking in this water, the dirt in mouth makes mud.
I have no strength left to undo what they have done.
We bet on nothing, a losing horses head.
We kept on cutting till you ripped me to shreds.
With friends like these, I don't need friends at all.
With friends like these, you vultures, you cowards.
Oh my, my, how you have grown into a bunch of backstabbing murderers.
Well first you caught me out and then you took me down.
We know all about you.
You are our friends now.
Monumental people living monumental lives.
We are monumental people living in monumental times.
Oh, you were so devilish.
Devilish you were, Oh No.

Secret Lives Of The Freemasons - Letras

• A Song Of Hope
• Airplanes
• And Then A Hurricane
• Chug And Leave
• Dirty Laundry
• Feels Like Home
• Glazed Over Eyes Never Lie
• How To Beat A Dead Horse
• I Fought The Broad (And The Broad Won)
• If It Weren't For Pickpockets, I'd Have No Sexlife At All
• It Only Took A Whisper
• Less Tude, More Dude
• Life Begins At 40oz.
• Make Like A Door And Shut Up
• Mascara
• Mascara Rough Demo Mix
• Painting Monsters
• Rather Touch Than Love
• The Death Of...
• The New Whack
• There's Wolves Out There
• This Was Built To Make You Dance (The Dance Dance Revolution)
• To The Barricades!
• Why We Run
• Xanax