And kick it to the county line
Shake your chains cold and loose
There's nothing safe in your stars
In and out of sleep
Even with the rise and fall
Pulled the mattress out the window
Laid out under the smoke rings
And the funnel clouds
Shake your stars, bring it down
Sad, sad complications
Buzzing like a worn out fret
We'll cut our hair and fake our death
Silver harm
Sugar hands drunken hive
Amputated years
Are growing back a new shade
Braid your sins into its mane And kick it to the county line Shake your chains cold and loose There's nothing safe in your stars In and out of sleep Even with the rise and fall Pulled the mattress out the window Laid out under the smoke rings And the funnel clouds Shake your stars, bring it down Sad, sad complications Buzzing like a worn out fret We'll cut our hair and fake our death Silver harm Sugar hands drunken hive Amputated years Are growing back a new shade Explain Request ×
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