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
 We are young
 I'll stare the angels down
 Keep 'em 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
 Slips 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's turning
 The misery's killing me slowly
 Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
 You're just another one wandering aimlessly 'til 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, sorrow
 It's alright, we'll learn it all before we go
 Snapped by the neck as we follow
 Chin up, 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's turning fast
 The misery's killing me slowly
 Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
 No funeral, no pyres left burning
 This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
 The misery's killing me slowly
 Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
 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 every 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
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 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 (oh, oh)
 Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling
 We're on the clock, and the needle's turning fast
 The misery's killing me slowly
 Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)
 No funeral, no pyres left burning
 This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past
 The misery's killing me slowly
 Give me a spine to work it out (oh, oh)