She takes the sweet outside She takes the sweet outside The sooner I fight, the sooner I mind, the sooner I mind A cradle to the tears
The sooner I fight, the sooner I mind, the sooner I mind She takes the sweet outside To part our grand demise
If they say it´s not suicide If they say it´s not suicide
Then I will bet on your life From sodden vale and hell´s divide That wind says rain As blossoms fell for live TV The ghosts we slay come ours to reap Upending what´s land´s end If they say it´s not suicide, then what is At the bottom of a boot black sea?
She cools at the flame
She cools at the flame The sooner I mind, the sooner I fight, the sooner I fight Chanting our device The sooner I mind, the sooner I fight, the sooner I fight
Where nothin´ real settles in As televised, a covenant The bereft are blown cathodes And the blame strafes every zone In fever dreams, in blood shot odes The skies never seemed so far
If they say it´s not suicide If they say it´s not suicide If they say it´s not suicide To the full of gods at peace
If I´d leave here, you´re first at least You´re why I fought And I will bet on your life From sodden vale and hell´s divide You´re why I fought