SeeYouSpaceCowboy..., If I Die First – ​bloodstainedeyes
Genre Rock

LYRIC
​bloodstainedeyes

I'll be the clouds [I’ll be the clouds
I'll be the rain that's never-ending

Blood on your tongue, state your claim, I’m impressed
Say exactly what you already said but I can tell the difference

I hope you're waiting for me to come home [Steal my life
I hope you know that I clipped my wings on my own [Partners in demise]

'Cause it's so hard to survive
When we love like a dying rose
We're too far gone to revive
When we're drowning in a shallow grave

Self-sacrifice
Our scars are not enough
Say we'll mend the recourse
And find ourselves somewhere amongst the clouds

We're forced to dance
We’re still not set free
We’re built by agony, the warmest pain
On wings of treachery, so fly away

If all we are is a shattered dream on broken wings
We'll just fall apart again
A sure disaster, forever after, with no remedy
Choking on our medicine

If your blood [If your blood
Stained eyes [Stained eyes
Once pale blue [Once pale blue
Now lose sight [Now lose sight]

Hey, darling
Take the veil off
The facade
Comes crashing down

Savor the pain [I love it
We’re running razors through our brains [So we say
Outstanding devotion [Chained down
Hey, babe, this is not okay

Suffocating [Suffocating] on every word we say
Bleach the pages of this chapter [Chapter
Well, we say [Well, we say] we're still happy
I can't believe our skin won't tear and set us free

And your eyes pierce just like a dagger
I can’t help but stagger right into our grave
And your eyes pierce just like a dagger
I can't help but stagger right into our grave

If all we are is a shattered dream on broken wings
We'll just fall apart again
A sure disaster, forever after, with no remedy
Choking on our medicine

Shatter me, take the breath of life straight out my chest
I can't believe this is where we are again
Shatter me, take the breath of life straight out my chest
I can't believe this is where we are again

Never end so say it
Break the skin rescue me
All the pain is
A payment for this

This game we play
This game we play
The pistol's in rotation
You wanna kiss and blame?

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