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 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's turning The misery's 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 So 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, 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's turning fast The misery's killing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out No funeral, no pyre 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 "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 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's turning fast The misery's killing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out No funeral, no pyre 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