Lyrics:
felt so blue
With the things we used to do
Piercing me with guilt
Like a sword up to the hilt
Regret
You never ever won my faith
Needed not
buy 10-pound meal deals
They got the lot - you can try but can you keep it up?
Stuffed to the gills. Full to the brim. Up to the hilt
They got the lot,
One of these days you'll be sorry
Too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story
Four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme
One of these days you'll be sorry
Too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story
Four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme
right
They say that god is on our side I don't believe them
I'm crawling through the ? brush, we're teched up to the hilt
Compared to us these
stickin' it in
Take it up to the hilt to cover up your own fuckin' guilt
And when the shit goes down you're out of places to hide
No time to ask could
Everything is on fire
Shit piled up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season
Don't be lame
Sorry, you're so
Hey lads and lasses come raise up your glasses
Make sure they're filled up to the hilt
Going on the brink again
Buy me a drink then I'll show you
Live it all up to the hilt
If you can't take it with you
Away from this earth
Might as well take it full tilt
Ride the old horse through goldrush
Prognathous gears grind
So diligent and serrated they mesh
Toothed cogs churn
So trenchant, against soft flesh
Worked to the bone
Up
girls
They're taking on all of the world
Accessorized up to the hilt
No one got killed
Northern girls
Are you going to the party?
Southern boys
This a dotter you gon' end up
As a hilt for the state
Hella opps, all the government in game
Make a choice either die by your code
Or you die with no
though
Selfish piece of shit
You know what you fuckin' did
Oh? You not feelin' guilt
Cause' you're fucked up to the hilt
Time was standing still
When you
Is a friend to me
Unsheathe that
Shit so easily
Slip inside so
Greazily
Blood up on the hilt
I poke you up
For teasin me
Pokin fun at me
Get your
of these days you'll be sorry, too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story, four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme
need
But could you ever satisfy
You ever growing greed?
You liked this lot but now it's not
So much fun anymore
Up to the hilt with
The gilded blade I ached for, rapidly growing microbes
With grime
As I feel septicemia's, absolute threshold
As Hallowed silver left pierced in me
As I rise up
up to the hilt
I am a thief of the fire's soot
Ink for letters written and perfumed in guilt
I'm a pen buried in to the root
Far more forlorn than
Are you having a meltdown again
In front of all your friends?
Are you dialling it up to the hilt
And then burning all you've built?
Before I read
know my time is nigh,
but I made sure my sins were put to bed
So I drove those knives up to the hilt. She chose the first to move aside
and I took
once built
Drive my dagger up to the hilt
Nothing changed, but its blood is spilt
No remorse
No recourse
In due course
For the betrayer
feel no shame or sense of guilt
After all, you're life-insuranced up to the hilt
And I could finally get that conservatory built without you
Til death
afraid to back each other up to the hilt
We see the best in people’s eyes
As I kid I used to hear
“Hold on, unity is stronger than fear”
Hold my hand again
walls perfectly built
But I think I have strength now
To grab the sledgehammer
And shatter this all
I am light
I am nerve
I am flesh
I am energy
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